Damn the Tube

Damn the tube on summer days
It sends me into a slumber haze
Thick as shit, the air is plotting
​Stuffy vacuum, heated coffin

Bakerloo looking like the end of time
To the hellish horrors of the Central line
Packed like turkeys, free will has gone soft
Forget to touch out, roll-on has worn off

Taken hostage by the labyrinth of Bank
The God of fresh air is drawing a blank
Fall in the Northern like a sunken ditch
Panting like puppies at London Bridge

The soulless glint of Canary Wharf is not far
Spy the dystopian ghost of the DLR
Ride on murdered communities, a silent glide
Machine over man, is it likely to fly?

Entering real East, smells authentic
Round about Bow, the carriage gets hectic
Walk through young families and tired men
To reach the haven of Mile End

Before you know it, that time again
The broken path that beckons no friends
Jelly legs fall under London's seduction
Edge of the City, the brink of corruption

Phallic suits chat up mums of two
Arranging shallow dates in Waterloo
When St. John's wood has no luck
It'll end in tears in a gastro pub