Crowded

A crowded subway’s like a jungle Overgrown with vines. You have to chop your way inside By various designs. You can’t use a machete Or related jungle tool. That sort of thing is frowned upon In subways, as a rule. Instead you have to push and shove To hack your way inside. A claustrophobic person Would be rather terrified. On trains in Tokyo, I read, They prod you in with poles, Like cattle to the slaughterhouse, Resigned to certain roles. Though here it isn’t quite as bad, I let some trains go by. When sardine folks glance out at me, I will not even try. But finally, I’ll brave my way And worm myself a place, Surviving as a member of This crazy human race.