Metal screeching,
men pushing,
women screaming,
order forsaken
the train has arrived.
Seats missing,
armpits smelling,
shoes boiling,
train moving
I just want to get home.
Metal screeching,
I'm pushing,
she is screaming,
order restored
home is now a walk away.
Keys swinging,
bags hanging,
pots gasping,
fridge hissing
I'm hoping there is something to eat.
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