Angry Passengers

As I attempt to board my train

I await the rumble of those doors again

Those tiresome passengers

Are becoming a bore

Are they hoping for a third world war?

Stood at the entrance

I stand aside with grace

But some would deliberately slow down their pace

Others would wear a cold dark stare

As if to yell out, ‘you had better beware.’

With each step toward stepping off my train

Another angry passenger boldly pushes passed again

They must disembark, or I will go berserk

I’m not too fond of confrontations

I want to get to work.

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