Manchester scareport

you queue
you queue
that’s all you do
they haven’t got a bloody clue

you wait
you wait
you might be late
to get in line for a busy gate

by the time
you do get through
there is yet
another queue

you queue and wait
for miles and miles
you end up nowhere
but with piles

little staff
tight security
I’m going home
I need to pee

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!

Abusement park

bloody cues
you wait in line
stood waiting since bloody 9

for a kid
I spent a lot
lost all me money, I kid you not

bloody spent
all day outside
froze my wrinkled goosebumped hide

ate cold burgers
and saggy fries
shared unwillingly with stinky flies

the yelling and screaming
made me deaf
almost needed a bloody ref

wanted to go, not bloody stay
when does it end
this dreadful day…