Alighting...

We rush to wait;
We wait to rush.
But doing it together,
It’s not very fast.
Time is short;
There’s none to spare.
But the exit is tight;
It can’t be fair.
Left is him;
Right is her.
Stuck in between,
It’s oh dear.
Trying to exit;
The crowd pushes in.
Where’s courtesy?
It’s in the bin.
Slide to the left;
The guy will yell.
Slide to the right;
You’ll be in hell.
What to do?
Squat and cry?
Don't do that,
As fists will fly.
But locals are kiasi;
We’ll seldom fight.
Kiasu and humji,
How to alight?