From A to B

A lamentation on public transport misery.

It's hard to find God on a train - 

screeching children, migraine, pain 

All those delays, minutes taken,

cast away 

It's a real test of faith 

to travel on public transport

every day, getting to a destination

you don't want to be at anyway 

Such a labour to see so transparently

the souls of fellow commuters

that spill out tragically, grey hues

bleeding so profusely through 

the skin, dead eyes, the sitters 

sin 

Oh 

and don't even get me started on the prices,

they can go get in the bin