Seat-Seekers

Two fat guys on a subway train, Taking lots of space, Had room enough between them For a thin one to embrace. A standing pole prevented Easy access to the seat So most of us considered It not worth it to compete. But twice, new passengers approached And asked one guy to move, A question totally ignored For he was in his groove. With phone in hand and head kept down He blew off the request And acted like he wasn’t The malingerer addressed. The first seat-seeker merely shrugged; Resigned himself to stand. The second asked again and then Took matters into hand. He squeezed into the little gap And made himself at home, Inspiring admiration and The spur to write this poem.