Animated,
fixated,
overheated,
and irritated,
suffocated,
claustrophic,
in the underground station,
in a carriage on your way,
to a faraway part of London,
as someone down the end shouts angrily,
at someone that you cannot see,
out of great frustration,
probably after getting an elbow in the face,
a sweaty armpit,
or a dirty look,
oh, the joys,
of journeys in the underground,
as people with subterranean blues,
suffer short tempers,
and regularly blow a fuse,
and far too often shout abuse after being abused,
abused by the loud,
the opinionated,
and the occasional racist,
oh, the joys,
of travelling in the underground,
with most people standing,
and barely any room to move.
