By Bill 53 1/2.

You see them standing near you.

On the platform packed with life.

Their fucking vacant smiles

shows no care for the strife.

That their crappy worn out bike,

Will cause all when jammed onto the train.

As it blocks the doors and takes precious space,

And adds tenfold to commuter pain.

Travellers shuffle by,

With many a stumble and fall.

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By Bill 53 1/2.

Spoo on the seats

Snot n dribble too.

Is what I always think about 

when on the way to you.

The loud music is playing

From the selfish prick nearby.

How I want to ream his arse,

with a hot, king size 4n20 pie.

The temperature is hot or cold

Nothing ever in between.

White collar and high viz alike.

Enduring the temps - extreme.

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