9 January 2013
Inspired by @Odd 's Opuss: Metrophobia By the ways, I DON'T live in New York.
I live in New York City, And the metro is how I get around, So to get groceries I go down there, With the shouts and loud, metallic sounds.
Well, to be truthful and honest, I've always had a little scare, There's those people with the tattoos, And the dreadlocks in their hair.
So I reluctantly climb down the steps, Pay for my ticket stub, Then slowly make it down, To the horrible dreaded sub.
My stop is at the Bronx, I least I know as much as that. Now I need to go, I follow the man that's really fat.
The doors are closing fast, I have to sprint to get there on time. My foot gets caught in the door, And I'm helped out by a...mime!?
My jeans are shredded now, My mom's going to kill me, And now I have to take a long bath, Because the guy next to me is sweaty.
There's one of those statue people, Dressed as Mrs. Liberty, HE stares at me with his green face, Help me! I need to be free!
The speaker sounds over the noise, I get shuffled and hit with dreadlocks. And I'm struggling to hear what he said, Right after we pass the Bronx.
Great, now I have to wait , A whole Metro trip around, I'll probably miss my stop again, The groceries will never be found.
I'm standing here trembling, Because I'm afraid of the subway. Oh, and the creepy clown, Was the scare for me today.
Well, I'm here on the New York Metro, I hope I make it through, Hey I learned some things today like, Mrs. Liberty is a man. Who knew!?
All rights reserved. Klaire™ January 9 2013
Metrophobia • Opuss № I