As a Leeds based performance poet, I've been to Edinburgh Fringe with my one man show and am now gaining recognition as an entertaining and meaningful poet. Always looking for opportunities and poems. Never enough poems
Hour after hour I've whittled away on trains. Looking at the countryside outside the window pane. It's beautiful. It really is. Until a kid starts screaming in a nearby seat, Or a loudmouth on his telephone conducts a meet and greet With a person of dubious moral values Who sets the curfew For a thousand stolen orphans. I don't want crisps. I don't want snacks. I don't want a guy over the tannoy telling me about all the different baps. I want to relax. Read a book. Don't make a fuss. Hand over my ticket stub Only once in the journey. That's enough. Unfortunately though the rates are shackling Prohibiting the masses From passing Through the land they hold so dear. It's true that buses exist. But the uncomfortable vibrating biscuit box on wheels Is not the healthiest Way to travel As you untwist And manipulate yourself To stand After a journey takes five times the while It would even if you only had your legs to carry you on. So even though trains are expensive At least their not buses. I'm going to go now And enjoy their beauty once again.
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