9 September 2012
This is the London overground service to highbury and islington, The next stop is Hoxton.
It's Sunday, it's Sunday, Late, later than it should be, I'm slightly oiled, slightly loose, slightly rough, With a veneer of respectability, Thin that is, wafer thin.
The next stop is dalston junction, There's an exotic beauty next to me, Not exotic in looks, but in stance, costume and demeanour, Im intrigued but not bothered at the same time, I'm tired and lazy, I've been at London fields in the sun all day.
The next stop is canonbury.
Change here if you like. But wouldn't bother. I'm going to highbury and islington. Great. I'm so glad you told us that, My day is fulfilled.
I'm at highbury and islington.
I've got a sore foot from wearing sandles for 2 days, 2 days can't make a fucking summer, Surely, be on your way.
My country looks smashed, Our people look weary, They seep out bad health, Shit man we had the Olympics, Success, success, joy, man conquers pain and strives to victory, But the heart of the population still beats with kebabs and ale.
This is the london overground service to clapham junction. The next station is Camden road.
Camden, camden, you bore me with your fake sense of freedom. A common market of knock off and regrets , Go swing your leather trinket elsewhere.
Shit man, I got to work tomorrow, it's gonna be a tough week, Ring, ring, ring, patch up the holes, Move, Step left, step right, Move. I gotta work tomorrow and I'm down in my knees.
The next stop is Kentish town west, This is where I will meet my lover, The girl with the red dress, It's a little known fact but 3 out of 5 girls who get on the train at Kentish town are fit!
The next station is gospel oak. Yes, that about says it really, Not a lot to say, Move on boy, Grove on.
The next station is hampstead heath, All right if you like George michael or want a roof that doesn't leak. The pools are shit as well , Where Is the nice grassy area to lie on? Am I home yet? This journey is getting boring.
Finchley and frognal next, What the fuck is frognal ? It doesn't intrigue me.
Next stop west hampstead, Nice enough, I used to live there, Would be nice if people pulled their heads out of their own assholes once in a while though!.
Things are looking up, There's a sweet Brazilian bird opposite me, but she's doing her make up on the train, I forget this and soon forgive her, She has beautiful eyes, A soft voice, and a calming manner, She even has nice shoes.
Man, now I'm at Brondesbury, I have one stop left to make a move, The doors shut, we're off but she' s talking to her friend, Our eyes meet. She smiles, but only in my poetry.
In reality I get off at Brondesbury park and go the hell home
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