Late late late for the bus

I am missing the bus, missing it !
Goldarn it, oh shit !
To write a poem on demand

Is often beyond this poor hand

Last week's task for the frabjous P-butter Bus was to write a four-line rhyme of protest, which the neato-keen Watercats have promised to turn into a song. I can't possibly miss the opportunity to be included in a song! And yet, I am overwhelmed and out of time. Here it is anyway.