The Taxi Sonnet

How does one react to a rise in taxi fare,

When the rest of the world worries about hair,

or when one has discovered an awesome clothing line?

I am sincere in expressing my blaring whine.

Really, could prices be more exaggerated?

I don't work yet, now my wallet's deflated.

Taxi drivers will never be considerate

Can't they increase the fare by just a little bit?

I'm confused. You probably are too,

as to why we have this dilemma to go through.

A damn forty pesos just to glue your butt 

Into a car seat with the windows shut.

That's it, I'm done with economic injustice.

I'm skipping college and working right into taxis.

Flagdown is now forty pesos, with the fare increasing by three pesos every 250 meters. Nothing better than to let out your frustrations through sarcasm and poetry.

* Technically, this is not a sonnet. The rhyming scheme is just plain wrong, among other intended mistakes.