Train Song

by Brendan Strong

My wife, who’s with child, can’t get a seat on this train!
And no one can see that we’re all to blame,
Unseen because we’re sleeping through “bloody good reads”,
Her voice is drowned out by gigs of MP3s!

I was disgusted – the first time I saw
An elderly woman brutally ignored –
I felt like screaming someone out of their seat,
But left it, not wanting to cause a big scene.

No wonder our silence subsides into violence,
Our passive aggressive “good manners” give license
To ignore the very thing they’re intended to defend,
So in silence we resort to shoulders and foot treads!

And so nodding off, with a book, with MP3s,
We’ll fuck someone over for a chance at a seat.