Pirates of the Z-bus
Bedecked in chains and earrings of golden bling,
Ply their trade along the lucrative highways
With wit and banter to reel the punters in,
At every female they’ll hoot and holler
After every tourist they’ll cajole and cry,
Cruising along the routes to make their dollars
All are fair game and worth a try,
Z-bus pirates of the Caribbean
Plundering the fares of the touring crowd,
Racing, speeding to overtake the competition
Music blaring, deafening, far too loud!
Diane Scantlebury
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