π
I really hate travelling by train
I
really don’t get it
It’s
probably me
but I
really hate travelling by train.
If the
train was empty and it was just me and the driver
but knowing
me I’d be on the one with a skiver.
It
would be stuck in Machynlleth in the wind and the rain π§
Honestly
every journey I’ve ever taken they’ve all been a pain.
If you
reserve a seat as they encourage you to do
there’s
somebody sitting in it smelling of pooh π©
No,
that is my breath as I moan and groan
and go
and sit cramped next to somebody on phone.π΅
It’s
survival of the fittest when travelling by train
The
suit with the whiskey and the thousand yard stare π
The
whimpering shopper with bags all agog ππ
Oh for
fuck’s sake what’s that through my legs?
They’ve
let on a fucking dog πΆπ©
It’s
not a guide or emotional support
It’s
just some selfish, spoilt talkative person who think they’re a God
and “there’s
summat wrong with you if you don’t like me pooch”
Why
did I give up drinking? I could knock back some hooch.πΎ
I’ve
stood all the way from Leeds to Manchester
all the
way from Birmingham to York
If the
conductor asks to see my ticket
I’m
going to balk
“How
do you justify the cost even with a third off?”
“Talk
to the Manager”
The
Ticket Office is closed
as I
traipse home in the wind and the rain
wishing
I could give Stephenson a rocket.
Then
in an epiphany, a delirium, a dream
I
realised it wasn’t trains that I hated
only crowds
of people
The
Train Loving Sheeple. π
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