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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