The scream!

A new beginning, with journeys through the mist,

T’wards pastures new and goals yet to attain,

He scoured his book and jotted down his list

The only thing to do whilst on the train.

Those little things in life, they will be missed,

So mem’ry rips apart his tortured brain

A touch of mental health is never fun

So, pleased he lost his licence for his gun!

As window lickers pass the time of day

They rock both back and forth with rants of rage

Till other folk steer well clear out their way

Or sit aghast and double read their page

No eyes above those papers peer today

Across the silver carriage of their cage

No contact is what’s needed with this Nutter

If only these compartments had a shutter.

But surely social contact’s what he wants

Not sitting lonely floating as that cloud

He knows he should start talking, but he can’t

A single figure hiding in the crowd

With solitary thoughts he could ensconce

All dreams of men and women seen aloud

If one more wanker tries to catch his eye

He’ll stab the fucker. That will make them cry!