Under the Bus - NaPoWriMo day 17

Prompt:  Write a poem that presents a scene from an unusual point of view. Perhaps you could write a poem that presents Sir Isaac Newton’s discovery from the perspective of the apple. Or the shootout at the OK Corral from the viewpoint of a passing vulture. Or maybe it could be something as everyday as a rainstorm, as experienced by a raindrop.

Under the Bus

(With thanks to Clark Brown for the idea...)

Here I lie. 
The pavement is cold
Thick dark oil drips on my shin
Leaking from somewhere important
I would guess,
Not actually knowing anything
About engines.
Or chassis.
Someone, it seems
Had to 
Stomp down the aisle
As they searched out a seat.

Here I lie.
Through no fault of my own,
I don't think,
Not actually knowing anything
About scandal.
Or rumors.
Yet thick accusations dripped on my head.
Someone, it seemed,
Had to take the blame.
Be stomped on.
Lose their seat.