Taken for a Ride
By Lynxear
Standing at a station waiting for the train eyes are aching slightly, dregs of sleep remain. One of numbered masses off to work we go, another day is starting for just another joe. Doors go whoosh behind you stumble to your seat. A drunken lurch, the train is off sandwiched in like meat. Trying not to touch hands resting on your thighs. Looking round everywhere but not another’s eyes. See the business man buried in financial news. See the drunken bum still smelling of his booze. See the student, working hard on a project overdue. See the tart across the aisle with hair of bottled hue. Eyes now close slowly as you sway from side to side, clickety-clack, clickety-clack you cross the other side. Now aboard a Spanish galleon fighting battles on high seas. The deck heaves up and down while dueling pirates with ease. Freeing captive maidens from fates far worse then death, Kisses show their gratitude that frankly take your breath. Head now strikes the windowpane your eyes start with a pop. Then suddenly you realize ‘Oh %#$!, I missed my stop!’ (c) Jim June/99Written June 1st, 1999 © on Nov 18 2001 01:40 AM PST adult • humor
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