Rush Hours Poem by Julius Eddy

Is your train as full as mine?
Are you watching these people who’ve sold their time?
Is your train as full as mine?
This is how it is like, every morning at nine?

Shuffle shuffle prattle prattle,
Where are all those little pairs of feet hurrying to?
Can’t they move a little later?
Ah, I guess their lunch breaks end at two.

Is your train as full as mine?
Are you watching these people who’ve sold their time?
Is your train as full as mine?
This is how it is like, every night at nine?