A bunch of stuff you just don't care about
Stale pretzels roastingWhile tourists gasp in awe atDull shit on Sixth AveSquad from Cherry HillFirst time they've seen a sidewalkStop, block, and savorNext show is at threeSo why not just stand around?I am kidding. MOVE.
Morning sweat; pastel bodies trundle down the stairsA conductor lists back and forth in the doorwayThe wall cries out with phantom ringingIf you see something, say something.Step, beep, step, beep, step, beepThe platform below is oceans awayIt’s 8:37 and the 8:38 is leaving the stationIt’s all YOUR fault.Crisp September air is hot and wet with summer.Apollo's rays occlude the laptop screen.The 8:56 (not for free-range commuters), thunders inBackwards, at least I found a seat.Beep, pop. A conference call commences.With frosted coffee hands, employees hesitantly stagger inThe elevator takes forever.I am late.
That's, like, the worst haiku ever. 5-7-5, people!
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