Thursday, February 1, 2007

O Red Line.

Red Line, O Red Line
You are so nasty.
Your seats are stained.
I never want to touch anything.
And your floors are way past gross.
Red Line, O Red Line
You are never on time.
You seem to stop between stations.
Stops all the time, for no apparent reason.
And the cars usually smell.
Red Line, O Red Line
This construction work is the worst.
I thought the stations were fine.
As long as the heater works in the winter.
And did I mention your cars usually smell?
Red Line, O Red Line
I don't want to catch a disease.
Please install sanitary wipes, or just clean.
Why can't you be more like the Brown Line
And less like the Blue.

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