Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Jun 30, 2008 at 03:43 o\clock

Track lines

Sitting there on the train trapped in the window seat the stranger started talking at me un prompted by me and oh help here it comes the tale of despair and everyone is against me tirade let me out please yes the people at work are all against me speech and i had a bad upbringing with hints of incense thrown in while checking by face for response of sympathy whereally I wanted out where is my stop can petone be that far away should I get off early to get rid of this on slaught no do not be a coward speak up say shut up please you are boring me senseless but I did not say that but saved my cell phone rang and even when my conversation finished i carried on talking to no one till my station arrived and I got off the train free at last @N Furby

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