) Mass transit, perhaps not as we had fancied it
Some folks riding the bus seem huddled, perhaps wretched and/or
homeless.
Little ability
on the soiled seats of Life’s bus
to show civility.
It has rather become thus:
They yell, cuss
fret and fuss!
Watch demeanor & faces
of some treated poorly by Life
clearly not going places.
Are their elbows too soft for strife?
As they slide into their seat
just hoping beyond the next stop
while slumping down in defeat
that this day not another flop.
Onboard no egalitarian hug fest
through window a glimpse of the Accomplished Rest:
who glide by in splendid isolation
in their tinted-windowed vehicle
on this and on most other occasion
in pursuits monomaniacal
On ‘(Huddled) Mass(es) Transit’
those ‘tempest-tossed’ do not ride free
not how we had fancied it
but sadly how it came to be …
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-huddled = Emma Lazarus: “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me”
-monomaniacal = obsessed with a single subject or idea