To the Faceless Co-Passenger on a Crowded Public Bus

I can't believe I wrote an actual poem about my epic (and well documented) awkwardness on public transportation. Well, here it is. Don't ask me what you did to deserve it. Commuting to work is hard, okay!! 
Dust motes and sweat stainsFaded graffiti over rusted steel platesAdvertising everything, from politicians to a massage parlor,The engine roars disgruntled, in smoky rancor.
I stepped on your feet, said I was sorryTell me mister, could you tell I was lying?Pushing through the rush-hour...