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The Railway Shuffle

A new week, but the same bad dream
Stations grumble, announcements scream
Be careful of whose feathers you ruffle
For we all are a part of the railway shuffle

Step by step and inch by inch
Sticky shirt and shoes that pinch
A metre gained, no matter the cost
Youth turns old, a lifetime lost

The surging sea of despairing humanity
Feeding the hunger of the greedy city
Trains squirm and tracks weave
Bridges bend and platforms heave

My bag and me versus the rest of them
Body tensed from stern to stem
I don't care whose feathers I ruffle
Have to escape the railway shuffle