22 January 2013
Reading papers, mobile phones, train delays, people moan. From his crouched inebriation, Pissed and unsure of his destination.
All packed in, people squashed, sweaty bodies, some unwashed, coughing commuter, mouth open wide, the stench in the carriage,I’m horrified.
Journey to hell and back every weekday, People don’t talk, have no words to say, Only to shout “can you move down please” At every stop, as I get kicked in my knees.
Mothers with buggies, babies that cry, Drown out the noise, as hard as I try, Iphone and music, helps me pass the time, On my nightmare journey amongst all the grime.
As I sit amongst people, with no etiquette, Try to keep calm, and not to fret, When the guy sitting next to me, picks his nose, I hand him a tissue, my disgust at him shows.
I am a daily commuter, on a journey I hate, For 45 minutes, I’m in such a state, I think, please don’t sit next to me, Let me be on my own, as I listen to my music, just want to get home.
Commute • Opuss № I