Friday, February 19, 2010

Inappropriate Train(ed) Thoughts

I'm all ears.
All eyes even.
As the train pulls up into the station,
I'm taking stock of the situation.
Before La Porte de l'Enfer is breached,
Before the vacancies come under siege,
I must find my seat!

Rascals all!
Demons even!
Alas, it was not meant to be.
Sweet seat of mine taken away from me.
Like hungry ghosts they swarm around,
Like vultures they swiftly surround.
Guess I'll have to wait for my seat.

Here's my chance.
Now's the time.
The next stop is Little India!
Quick! Stand in front of a little Indian.
This time I'm sure to get my seat,
This time I won't accept defeat.
Time for His Majesty to take his throne.

Finally I've won!
But what's this?
Behold, a new challenger has arrived!
One whose seat I cannot deprived.
The Golden Oldies rule the land.
Here comes another one of them!
I've no choice but to abdicate-

My self.
And all my selfish ambitions,
I surrender in submissions.
I am left standing on this train,
Contemplating with much disdain,
Tensions in modern society.