Public Transport Poem by The4amPoet ....

On Public Trains
personal boundries dont exist
a lottery of people could sit next to me
but i get the one thats pissed
himself and wreaks of booze
have i won or did i lose
And that kid in front
whos pickin his nose
smearing it across the glass
and then wiping on his clothes
Theres an old man behind me
who splutters on my neck
he apologises kindly
but still
WHAT THE HECK!
And those two chavie teens
give me a chance'ta
hand over my phone
they're wanna be gangsta's
And the newly mademum
with her breast out in public
and the perv on her left
whos making me feel sick
then the drunk wakes up
he belches and leaves
a breath of fresh air
and a sigh of relief
But then a man gets on board
with an Avian like cough
Somebody pull the emergency brake
Coz i am getting off
...R4JP