Rushed, Flushed, Trusted And cussed. until light at the end drops off so and so, And packs together mo' and mo' And the voice claims go and go. Racing, Pacing, Hasty And crazing. When the doors open with a rap, And men, women follow in a snap, Waiting for 'Mind the gap!'
Reason for writing:
With this poem I want to enter the TLS poetry competition.
The idea is to sketch urban life and the winning poem will
be shown on the London underground. Well this is my idea of
the London underground; it is as simple as that.
Birth sign: Not entered
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