(20 minute poetry)

Nowhere to stand and nowhere to sit
rush hour on the underground
I wouldn't recommend it

and no one questions the 'rush' or the 'hour' as if the powers of deduction had deserted them.

When and in who's universe did six until nine become an hour?


zone blasted two and trying to get to zone friggin' one

too far gone to care
going to work and
I've got to get there

I really wouldn't mind it
if it was bright and cheery
but
It's krap.

They're not wired up right
that's why we get uptight
one day I'll see the light and
pack this **** in.