The sugar that dusts
The donut is more than the
Snow that closed the schools.
Dear sir, please please please
Please please please please please please please
Put your socks back on.
The train conductor
Will not ever see my home--
Metro Line Moses.
The Friday night train's
Screeches lament the poor souls
Who ride upon her.
In the darkness I
Gaze in vain down empty paths --
Metro! Where art thou!
And at the garage,
Will I find my salvation
Or, indeed, my car?
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