LONDON UNDERGROUND
Always the weird sort
Pilling and milling along the lane
Always eager to get nowhere
Buzzing like an horny bees
In the same weird outfit
Of diverse and seemingly same
Dressed to impress and blend
Strutting their stuff as they wait
For the London underground
The speakers always jolts
Cause same effect and
Awakening all to their conscious self
Into the latest update they dread
The delayed or cancelled tubes
Security alert of abandoned packages
Or too close to the yellow lane
Same message no changes
Their mind conditioned to each words
That they recite subconsciously
Less they irritate other commuters
Who like zombie daren't return
The same indifferent stoic stare.
And after the seemingly long wait
The mad rush begins
As they all clamour and edged
To have the best spot on the tube.
Or grab the free dailies on the way
To block out the background noise
Of the loud metal music noise
Little gossips of passengers
Tube announcing the next stop
Off and on it goes
Until I reached my destination
Where the same set of people
Walk all briskly away
Out of London underground.
