Last train
what a pain
Someone sick on the platform,
Someone got no style or panache.

I watched them dash hell for leather and whether that made them sick I don't know, but I think they should go by bus, no fuss then, busses come when they want to and if they want to spew
let them.

It made me late
Only slightly though
and if they puke I don't
look,
that would be impolite.

I'll get home tonight at some time, put the kettle on and smoke a rhyme or just write a smoky line,
but it won't make me sick
make me pick on my scabs or grab a granny or bottle,
a glass of wine I could throttle right now.

This last train's a cow
full of bullocks and bullspit and
people are quite sick at people who puke out their innards while heading Westwards on a downward spiral.

I need antiviral
an
innoculate
to precipitate a
reversal of
fortune.

Nearly home now
Off the mad cow
and feeling
ill at ease.