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Jul 2021
I have boarded the train
(I've snuck in with no ticket)
And there are thoughts that won’t leave me alone.

I wish for the day when the driver will say:
"You're not meant for this ride;
You've no money, no manners
You're a poor excuseΒ of a man;

Fix your collar, keep your chin up,

Get a job so we won't suffer
Because this ride's a luxury.
If you have any qualms

and/or disqualifications
Then walk.

I have left the station
I have dropped off the docket
So please just leave me to hang and to carry.
Written by
ruby stains  purgatory
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