Dreaded journey to and fro
walk right through you Jane doe
running, rushing, pushing, shoving
its like walking with cattle an unmannered herd
slapping on the face, brushing hair
filling nails dose nobody prepare
rancid smells in the muggy air
got to be pissed just to sit on a chair
londoom transport is there any one there
with the ability to consider or care
angry faces I'm gonna kill you looks
lets make it better or stick your head in a book?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
haha, very true! ! I like this!