You push to the front of the queue to ‘steal’ the priority seat.
You have no concern for others, trampling them under your feet.

Then you sit on the bus painting your face again and again –
I’m very grateful as looking at it causes me such pain.

The Chinese say when we reach fifty we have the face we deserve;
Does that trouble you? No; your's is pickled in make-up, your ugliness will be preserved.