It is like the model’s runway or the long walk of shame
At each juncture, someone else hops on the train again,
The perfect seat they have sought to get
Now begins the game of Russian Roulette
To start the gamble and gain defeat,
As they search for the perfect seat.
“Where are they going?” I ask as they trundle
At any moment now, Nelly the elephant will appear
To join the endless human chain
In the continued search for the perfect seat
Loud footsteps of all sorts are all that I hear
Short steps, long strides, at any moment now,
Nelly the elephant will appear
To enroll in the relentless seat stampede
In the notorious game of Russian Roulette,
Until they reach their carriage’s end,
And must trundle right back again.
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