25 years of there and back,
15 more to go.
All those journeys of clickety clack,
Do I mind? Well, no.
Everyone keeps themselves to themselves,
For which I'm bloody chuffed.
I don't want fuckers attempting to delve
Into my personal stuff.
We all avoid all eye contact,
We're not on nodding terms.
The only things we share, in fact,
Are various nasty germs.
There's no First Class, no trolley snacks,
It's first to get on, first to sit.
With carriages full from front to back,
You wait until work for a shit.
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