A poem about riding the subway.


I was on the Express 4 train

Reminiscing to my man,

When a stranger came on

And he sat next to me.

 

I’m like who the hell can this be

And why is he sitting next to me?

The stranger was telling me about his life

And his lowlife wife.

I’m saying to myself I really don’t care

Just get out of here.

 

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