whilst on a train journey
sitting by a freaky geek
trying to call his attorney
picking dead skin off his feet
looked at skin with microscope
going look at this it's cool
thinking there is no hope
his lips began to drool
he started talking cods wallop
wanted to get off that train
another 10 stops, before my stop
sitting opposite too this pain
was trapped in the window seat
it was a horrific scene
opening up his briefcase did bleat
then he began to clean
put all the pickings on sandwich
then proceeded to crunchy eat
and spoke a foreign language
he wasn't at all discreet
2 stops left to our destination
luckily he'd fell fast asleep
moving without hesitation
to yet another type of creep
this bloke was a clown
with most peculiar shoes
he seemed very out and down
plus his breath stunk of booze
arriving at the final stop
glad to get off that thing
down the street i hop
dressed as Alice Cooper the King:
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