Is Being Kiasu Always Rewarding? Think Again...

As the temperatures soar,
Puddles of sweat merge on the floor.
Competition is fierce amongst us;
Everyone wants to be the first.
Finally the bus arrives at the bay;
Passengers rush up without delay.
Shoving and squeezing they try their best;
Once they sit down they feel very blessed.
They smirk at the others who yet to board;
Savoring the air-con and seat they hog.
The world is unfair though it is round;
In numerous ways that are too profound.
Somehow suddenly the bus breaks down,
Making the “winners” look like clowns.
The driver ran away to seek for help,
Leaving the unfortunate to sit and yelp.
Help arrives promptly but the bus is dead;
Those that think they are early are late.
After a while another bus came by;
As usual passengers rush up like they fly.
The previous “winners” are jumping like mad,
For they are trapped and not very glad.
When they ultimately manage to alight,
The bus is full and ready to take flight,
Much to the new winners’ delight.