Love that dandy tie, Mr Metro,
and those dapper suits to go.

Farewell, Connex. We do not miss your blue trenchcoats.
Bless you metro, and your fresh, mormon white shirts.

Train pulls in; I brace myself for the wall of bodies revealed.
Brace myself with deep fried anesthetic.
A bag of salty dim sims.
For which my fellow commuters will truly hate me.