The Mass Transit Blues

Breaking right through safety nets
no help for the sick
billed a hundred thousand times
whatever is the going rate

Jerked around by Kafkaesque
health insurance bureaucrats
treated like a piece of lumber
peon tagged with ID number

Corporato profiteer robots everywhere
(ambitious souls who do not care and
could not be more cruel)
smarmy suits they swagger
pretending that they’re cool

Where is love where compassion
human warmth out of fashion
space cadets in public spaces
slinging mostly stressed out faces

Tightly wound minions croaking
what does all this mean
jittery fingers palpitating

Trudging down a filthy sidewalk
between trash heap squares and screws
miseries a zillion billion bundled up shoving throughs
between every hangdog face

The mass transit blues

  

-copyr. 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder