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Personal Space
I seek my own personal space
as I take the journies from place to place
I hate the whine, the daily grind
the rolled up newspapers and cups I find
so the least I ask is for my own seat
where the air is clean and the cushion neat
no nudging and barging or 'squashed like sardines'
no screaming children or bitching teens
I like a space near the window, no one blocking my view
I like the aisle to be clear so I can walk through
no pushing or moaning, no umbrellas wet from rain
soaking my trousers as I groan in my 'pain'
as I swing rail from rail, trying to push past
standing on one persons foot, hit by one persons ass
no children ringing bells more than once at a time
no people stealing luggage, at least none that is mine,
If only I didn't have to go with the rush
maybe then I could afford to not take the bus
All I ask is for comfort, space at arms length
I'd walk the whole two miles if I had the strength.
