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Posted on Friday, January 23rd, 2004 at 1:00.
My first assignment in Honors this semester involved taking the Orange Line, observing the other riders, and writing a poem. Here is my first poem.
Walking on or across the tracks,
Yeah, that’s forbidden.
Obese asses shouldn’t lean against the doors either.
Wait — is saying that forbidden?
Saying anything when in the minority seems forbidden.
Hell, looking anywhere seems forbidden.
I made eye contact with that guy over there for a split second,
He’s still staring me down.
Doesn’t he know to keep your hands clear and your eyes to yourself?
Danger! 600 volts are running beneath this seat.
But more danger is emanating from the hag beside me than the wires beneath me.
Apparently no volts are used to heat this train either.
No volts appear to beat these people’s hearts either.
Would a smile be so much to ask for?
Nah, that’s probably forbidden too.
