See that man
on the seat over there?
He's the one with
the knitted pullover.
I saw him last week
with a bowler hat on
disguising his
hair combed over.
That girl
with the specs
on the end of her nose
She sings to herself
every morning.
She's got wires
in her ears
Is sometimes in tears
And often a dance
she's performing.
The kid with the bag
who bashes your head
Every time he
walks through the train.
He's nasty young git
because I've seen him spit
and I'm sure that
he hasn't a brain!
See the woman asleep?
She snores
like a drain
And the man
with the briefcase,
just sniffs.
The lady, with hat
thinks, she is all that.
And the man
in the suit,
he just whiffs!
I travel each day
On the eight 0'five train
With the bunch
of peculiar folk.
As I - stare at them,
they stare back at me
SO, God knows
What thoughts I provoke?