Poems

“AM Concerns”

“AM Concerns”

Riding the dung train,

covered in care.

Doors open up,

picking up fares.

Biggest concern:

personal space.

None for nobody,

ant colony race.

Grimacing woman,

can’t open her book.

Gave the handicapped fella,

the dirtiest look.

Ruffling papers.

Hydraulic doors.

Loud conversations,

the homeless guy snores.

The unwashed grabbing poles,

the business men sway.

Thank God this commute,

is only five days.

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