Scrambling for an inch within to park their professional behinds
The Carriage,
almost topples over from the weight of exasperated faces.
Inundated with selfish thoughts,
A red bleary eye ogling the possibility of an empty seat.
The giggles escape us as we uncouthly brush against each others front bottoms.
Our limbs and heads outstretched to the nearest prop.
I cannot see the curve that outlines my breast, for the elbows that tickles them rudely..
My coat is red and green and frayed,
The heard is released as is my breath..
by the expected beeping of flirtatious electronic prison doors.
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