.Toothpaste on his collar>There were creases in his shirt
And someone stabbed a fag out on his coat
It made a hole; it didn't hurt
He never noticed
Squashed inside the train
The elbows in his ribs
Complaints
And smells of garlic perspiration
As the stations flew
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