Tube Stares
Oh God, I hate these station stairs
Anticipate my mind despairs
Commuters looking everywheres
Like I’m the weight of fifty bears
Go down with mates in twos and pairs
Push past the mums with their pushchairs
Or overtake me if you dares
Exaggerate but so unfairs
They escalate all kind of glares
Downstairs I go and want to swears
Tip toe and slow but still what flares
a sound that makes stand up my hairs
Sound generates nothing compares
A noise vibrates in my nightmares
I can’t escape, I say my prayers
SACK THE LONDON UNDERGROUND ESCALATOR SOUND DESIGNER!
But really, as if Sadiq Khan cares!
Link to poetry film
