my train wasn't coming on time this time but it never came on time last time either and they never apologised then.
They treat me as livestock ram me into old rolling stock and my head's on the block every day.
Intelligence? it's artificial and we're prawns for the picking or pawns being kicked into castles.
an inconvenience caused angry times I have paused but my conscience would not allow me to ****.
We've all felt like doing it with a Saturday night special or with the zip gun we made In the metalwork class.
We might as well shove that gun up our ***, it's pointless we're impotent the train's in this moment and we do not have the controls
My head hurts it aches with the winds blowing in my skin turns to parchment and I become part of that moment until I have gone and who will apologise then?