Commutinism Kiss the wife and baby, Grab a flask of tea, Make sure you're out the door by 73 At the station you stand by the vending machine. In line with third carriage, first doors of the 7:14 Turn left, grab that seat, too slow grandma, Sit down and make yourself look bigger than you are An elbow edges your way, yours edges that. Oh, taken a sip of tea? You lose twat Trains wait outside the station like petulant boys The apologetic crackle does nothing but annoy You sigh as you realise you are no longer on time. And you listen as your watch turns 89 People walk through each other like corporate ghosts, An melee of zombies powered by toast You really need to feel like you actually exist But all you can feel is the rise of red mist At the turnstiles, a tourist fumbles for their ticket Get your arse out the way or someone's gonna kick it. You merge into the tube, a seething mass of hate. Just wanting to move by 8:38 You stand in peoples way to give yourself more space, Making sure your back is turned so they can't see your face. Everywhere averted eyes and shuffling feat. You aren't people, just unavailable seats Get to work and relax, try to conserve your energy. You are going to need every bit of it for the 63