Thursday, 16 February 2012

Trapped in Transit

Dark dusty footprints on the platform floor,
grubby wet fingerprints on the train door.
All of them transported from A to B
locked in with passengers no-one can see.

A grotty can of viruses and scum
with loud conversations from the deaf and dumb
all headed to the same destination;
the journey ends at the filth filled station.

Although this situation makes me sick
I am not in a position to pick
so I just blend in the best that I can
thoroughly despising the journey's span.

Some could any that I am being a snob
but I hate being part of a plebeian mob
so I will sit with my nose in the air
and disinfect myself when I get there.

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