Friday, January 26, 2018

A poem inspired by a fellow commuter on the subway:

Mouth breathing, 
during the evening rush.
Blocking the subway door, 
playing Candy Crush.
Oblivious by choice,
neck angled down.
You stand there in the way,
looking like an unaware clown.
Staring into a phone,
might be your escape.
But what about for everyone around you,
who are just looking to board or get off the train?
We want to zone out, too,
and forget about our worries.
But we can't with you planted there,
because you're cramping our hurry!

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