Oh mild mannered commuters, miscreants
Of the rush hours: own it. Oh you door
Pushers, cut-throat seat grabbers, grey suited
Workers: take pride. Love the creatively
Disrupted time tables, the defiant
Corporatised fables. Embrace the face
-Less directives, the echoed deflectives,
The sad missives of a mechanical
Membrane. And when the weekend comes to reign
Your brain's decay, to paint your pint's subtle
Branded spite, when replete you vomit your
Hangovered Sunday roast, take them all with
You: the platforms, the trains, the streets. Your life.
Posted on 15th July 2018