Londoom Transport Poem by natalie ricketts

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?