One of those poetry on the tube things


Everybody’s got sth special esp. In the train like say

Like say

Like n say what you like

Say, like: say
The guy

With the cloth bag on his lap says: my pen leaked in my cloth bag – when I had it in my cloth bag – Finally
Cos what’s a cloth bag without a casual ink patch?
It’s cute. He’s cute
The other one (she’s female that one) has got nice n stubbly legs
But nice
She said No to a daily shaving routine she did.
Or had the night of her life and is still going. The smile on her face indicates the latter, though
She might be smiling about anything at all, really.
And if I was in her place
but no there’s another guy in her place now n his speciality is: identical shoes to the lady 3 seats down and this is coincidental unless sth odd is going on.
Sth odd is always going on about it, like:
Look, look how weird, how etc. LOOK
Okokok I’ve looked it’s odd. But not capitalised on pls

And I’d like to point out what I can’t say out loud and y’all think I’m texting – how observant NOT (We’re underground alltogether now)
T’was a pleasure glancing at you xxx gotta get off  (xcuse me, thanks - )