Train not stopping

No trains on torn tracks

Purple slash brown

They point down

To the bottom

Lowest

Place

 

Here’s what you need

Doubtless want

Queue this way

A line of gray

Every day

Forever

 

Mild green Fairy Liquid

In a wee plastic cup

Past broken tusks

Say ‘thank fuck’

Numbed up

For now

 

Not what they’d choose

For daughter or son

No hon, no rat run

Different strokes

For posh folks

It seems