| Public Transportation |
| I was caught up in a sea of humanity yesterday, It was the tenth level of hell they call the CTA, The bus is bad but the train smells the worst, I hold my breath till I'm sure I'll burst, The odors are urine, B.O. and bad breath, But lets not split hairs, it just smells like death. The people are as bad as the fumes they emit, Some stand packed like sardines, others smoosh in and sit, Some drool and snore and talk incoherently, Others act like they're here for all eyes to see, Take that woman sitting right there, It's her conversation I can't bear, Schizophrenics, freaks and 45 year old mama's boys, The train, the bus, Oh the joys! The man across the aisle is sniffing and snorting a drug, That one just licked his lips and winked at me; yes the one with the really bad rug. I can't take anymore, it's gone too far, From now on I'm driving my car! |