ILLyod Lyn
03-19-06, 06:41 PM
Sh!t, I won't get a seat this time.
8:15 a.m. and the crowd is gathering waiting like me.
I am tired of three piece ill-fitted suites with sports socks and tan colored pea coats that all look the same,
the nauseating smell of Starbucks Coffee and mp3 players that I could have sworn are personal that are blaring in my ears anything from The Eagles to Lil' John and all of his friends,
What a fvcking talent he is!
Looking around at this pool of faces makes my head swim,
Makes my palms sweat,
It makes my eyes water!
The deafening sound of heavy friction, and metal tracks comes it grows it swells in my ears and breaks my blank stare at a lady with blue mittens and a multi-colored knitted hat.
As I suspected,
Yes it's mine!
The red line always comes right when i get up the stairs,
I have a special knack for catching public transportation veery seldom do I wait.
Boy if I had a dollar for every time it happened I would have a chauffer by now.
"Doors closing"
Maybe I wish i had an mp3 player so I could tune that out,
So I couldn't hear "Mrs. Business Woman" on the phone next to me talking on her cell to one of her friends about how Ryan got sh!t-faced again with all his buddies and came home late.
Who gives a rat's ass?
If I had an mp3 player though I wouldn't waste precious space on disposable music that goes out of style just as fast as gum looses it's flavor.
Oh no!
I would be the owner of classic timeless music unmarked by fads because I am anti-pop.
The man in front of me with black slicked back hair and porcelain skin didn't notice when it happened but one of my feathers flew out of my jacket and landed directly onto his black scarf,
And then another....
And then another,
If I could just shift my weight and turn a bit to the right in this super tiny space I have he won't notice it and then declare me as the culprit once he spots the hole in my jacket on the right sleeve directly on the embroidery.
But then I would have to owrry about Miss Prissy, with her tweed pink coat and matching pink scarf noticing it.
I can't allow that, I would rather turn to the man with the mullet and the lumberjack jumpsuit, as unsightly as his appearance is to my eyes Miss Prissy might find me just as displeasing.
He might find me to be immensely sophisticated and attractive though!
So I will be his eye candy.
I know he will appreciate my attempt to look half way descent by putting on a bit of lip gloss.
I want to hold my breath,
I don't feel it is fresh,
I usually brush my teeth for longer but this morning I didn't have time I had to cut my five minute extravaganza all the way down to two and a half!
Lumberjack might notice I didn't brush as long,
I can feel his breath on the side of my cheek,
I can hear his chest heaving.
Maybe I am breathing just as loud.
"This is fullerton, transfer to brown line trains at fullerton"
Damnit this is my stop,
I gotta find how to push my way out of here.
8:15 a.m. and the crowd is gathering waiting like me.
I am tired of three piece ill-fitted suites with sports socks and tan colored pea coats that all look the same,
the nauseating smell of Starbucks Coffee and mp3 players that I could have sworn are personal that are blaring in my ears anything from The Eagles to Lil' John and all of his friends,
What a fvcking talent he is!
Looking around at this pool of faces makes my head swim,
Makes my palms sweat,
It makes my eyes water!
The deafening sound of heavy friction, and metal tracks comes it grows it swells in my ears and breaks my blank stare at a lady with blue mittens and a multi-colored knitted hat.
As I suspected,
Yes it's mine!
The red line always comes right when i get up the stairs,
I have a special knack for catching public transportation veery seldom do I wait.
Boy if I had a dollar for every time it happened I would have a chauffer by now.
"Doors closing"
Maybe I wish i had an mp3 player so I could tune that out,
So I couldn't hear "Mrs. Business Woman" on the phone next to me talking on her cell to one of her friends about how Ryan got sh!t-faced again with all his buddies and came home late.
Who gives a rat's ass?
If I had an mp3 player though I wouldn't waste precious space on disposable music that goes out of style just as fast as gum looses it's flavor.
Oh no!
I would be the owner of classic timeless music unmarked by fads because I am anti-pop.
The man in front of me with black slicked back hair and porcelain skin didn't notice when it happened but one of my feathers flew out of my jacket and landed directly onto his black scarf,
And then another....
And then another,
If I could just shift my weight and turn a bit to the right in this super tiny space I have he won't notice it and then declare me as the culprit once he spots the hole in my jacket on the right sleeve directly on the embroidery.
But then I would have to owrry about Miss Prissy, with her tweed pink coat and matching pink scarf noticing it.
I can't allow that, I would rather turn to the man with the mullet and the lumberjack jumpsuit, as unsightly as his appearance is to my eyes Miss Prissy might find me just as displeasing.
He might find me to be immensely sophisticated and attractive though!
So I will be his eye candy.
I know he will appreciate my attempt to look half way descent by putting on a bit of lip gloss.
I want to hold my breath,
I don't feel it is fresh,
I usually brush my teeth for longer but this morning I didn't have time I had to cut my five minute extravaganza all the way down to two and a half!
Lumberjack might notice I didn't brush as long,
I can feel his breath on the side of my cheek,
I can hear his chest heaving.
Maybe I am breathing just as loud.
"This is fullerton, transfer to brown line trains at fullerton"
Damnit this is my stop,
I gotta find how to push my way out of here.