I have a first class train pass
Mainly to avoid a huge mass
Ticket checker acts as a boss
Checking often as per laws
He will never at all wear a badge
That act he will simply dodge
In case a complaint we lodge
He will reveal feeling of grudge
Wherever I see him standing
I am sure he will be demanding
Very seriously commanding
Our peace he will be ending
Trains may come very late
Our hurrying will be great
He will wait near the gate
Here only his act I hate
He will look like a devil
Our time, he will kill
Here he gets nice thrill
Making our path uphill
It seems he has a target
And incentives he will get
But, no wisdom he has yet
Life-long he will check I bet.
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