Tickitts please, tickkits!

Mucus
Messed
Stained
Seats
Crap
Wrapped
Door
Trapped
Papers
Paper
Cups
Junk
Rattling
Grinding
Gears
Doors
Open
No one
Appears
Cold
Damp
Draft
Air
Everywhere
Too cold
Stories
Told
BO
Cheap perfume
Mixed
Fumes
Fumed
Smell
Feel unwell
Oh well
Crowded
Standing
Holding on
No seat
Bloody heat
Odor vents
My gents
Heads
Down
Faced
To mobile
Cellular smile
20 stops
Stuttering gears
Appears
Late
Pale conductor
Waggling
Wobbly
Frail
On stale
Train
Exciting
Reciting
Again
And again:

Tickitts please, tickkits!

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