Commuting Misery

Oh damn you accursed fate
That makes me wait these six minutes
On the subway platform
Curses to you for promising only a six car train
So that I may have to squeeze on to a small standing space
Among the foul and fetid masses who soil our public conveyances
The horrible indignity of standing here
Queued behind others weary from the days labor
Desperate to return to home and hearth
And a hearty meal
Damnation ten fold for so sporadically sending trains
And then ones that are so small
Here my tax money is wasted
Give me this day my daily reprieve
From commuting misery
At last the train