Everybody’s pushin’, tap in tap out, the train of life,
Squeezin’ past and touchin’, where you’ve never dared before,
Her Gucci bag takes up more space, lodged, it blocks the door.
Kindles brighten faces, reflecting tired lines what’s new,
Smell of turning pages, where has it gone for the reminiscent, technophobic few.
Everybody’s pushin’, she can’t wait to claim a seat,
fuming at this charming man, stamped on by size 10 feet.
Chattin’ girls got energy its 7 in the morning,
of players who turned the other cheek and the lame who left them yawning.
Freshly rolled out from their pit, the duvet is still warm,
make-up bags are out in force, avoiding massacre by mascara,
Painful poke in the eye-ball, there’s nothing worse.
Everybody’s pushin’, then my God its crude,
They wait until they step on board, stinkin’ wind; I know it’s you!
A deliberate violation of the senses, No5 you no it ain’t,
releasin’ last nights dinner, there’s no escape!
Was it him or her I know it wasn’t me, through process of elimination,
it could be one of three.
Everybody’s pushin’, this heat I feel so faint, too short to reach up for the bar,
I dream of the journey home, ahhh mate!!
© Michelle Sotiriou 2015