The train is full of grumpy faces,
Turned down mouths and scowls,
Drunken football fans let go
With unmelodic howls.
Nobody makes eye contact,
No-one shares a look
Preferring to play with smart phones,
A laptop or a book.
Occasionally colleagues
Maintain a conversation,
But no one chats to strangers,
Among this generation.
There’s lots of airhead prattle
On phones and via text,
Between two Scouser girlies
Whose chatter makes me vexed.
Noise substitutes for meaning,
Silly sound for words,
Mindless, childish monotones
From make-up plastered birds!
Every other word is “Like”
Meaning absolutely nothing,
If they had a brain they might
Benefit from brain washing.
Why do people open their mouths
When they have nothing to say,
And why do theses mindless morons
Have to be going my way?
15.06.2012
Train from Manchester