The daily grind and bustle of the commute to and from work, what is the solution to this unsavoury practice? Packed in like matchsticks into a box, you have no choice as you need to get to work, fucking hell you say to yourself, what have I done to deserve this daily affront to my self respect, is this what’s it come to?
How long can I possibly continue to put up with such a trauma on a daily basis, no seat, no surprise, to-ing and fro-ing on the balls of my feet until the smell of breath alights and the tube isn’t as crowded, still no seats, my station comes at last and it’s time for me to quicken my feet so that I keep time and am not late.
What is the end result of this, a nice surprise maybe or a treat or two, I must be enduring this for something good at the end of it? Yep work is a lovely treat, to sit next to people that make you wish you were back on that packed tube.
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