Piss
PISS
The doors slide open
A predator hunts you
Thick in the air
Saturating you hair
Putrid
And acidic
It melts the seats
Disintegrates you clothes
Rapidly
Crawling on the floor
In search of its next victim
Infiltrating your nose
Your eyes water
Your throat burns
Oh the taste!
"No Passing Between Cars While The Train Is In Motion"
Stunned
This car smells worse
Escape is not an option
Dizzy
Fiery senses
Trying to convince yourself
It could be worse
It could be shit
Then you look down...
This nightmare costs
Two dollars and fifty cents
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