delayed, service changed we are the trailblazers struggling through stone and soil and motor oil slicks, slip on the gap WATCH IT!
we are the city rats, scurrying between streets, along rails that could **** us and that have. service changes, trains collide we take deep breaths, and swipe,
we cant swim so we'll slide through sunken subway lines. at show time we'll roll our eyes but smile on the sly. we're in this **** together so delays aside, we ride.
today i was reading one of those "poetry in motion" poems and for once it was actually about the subway. the subway is one of those things that's as ******* infuriating as it is mindblowingly amazing. the only reason i was able to post this so soon is bc the train i was on stopped service half way and threw us onto some shuttles. i dont really know where im going. see what i mean?