By Bill 53 1/2.

 

Spoo on the seats

Snot n dribble too.

Is what I always think about 

when on the way to you.

 

The loud music is playing

From the selfish prick nearby.

How I want to ream his arse,

with a hot, king size 4n20 pie.

 

The temperature is hot or cold

Nothing ever in between.

White collar and high viz alike.

Enduring the temps - extreme.

 

The seats are hard as phuck.

As my coccyx will attest.

Perhaps I can rearrange my bottom.

In my interminable comfort quest.

 

Yes! if I could somehow manage.

To place a cheek betwickst each unyielding seat.

My angry swollen coccyx

Would have relief - complete.

 

I could then ignore the fluids n noise.

And enjoy the journey in time.

With my bottom safely cradled.

On the lovely Frankston line.