Glade

 GLADE

With A Hiss From The Can

Extended

As Far As Possible

A Wave

Of Country Fresh

Begins Its Frontal Assault

Tiny Little Soldiers

Are No Match

For the Tranq Filled

Rotted Arms

And

The Junkie

Who Just Shit herself

Just Then

Backup Arrives

A Woman

With Cherry Flavored

Breath Spray

Joins The Fight

Combined

The Two Are Still Outnumbered

Other passengers

Escape

To The Adjoining Train Car

As For me

Blurry Eyed

Choking

And Wishing

The Subway Car Would

Combust Into A Fireball

Putting Out The Misery

Our Charred Dead Bodies

Might Reek

Like Country Fresh

Cherry Flavored

Rotting Flesh

Rolled In Shit

But At Least

We Went Out Laughing