Serpents In The Subway or That's It! I've Had It With These Motherfucking Snakes on This Motherfucking Train!)

"Serpents In The Subway or That's It! I've Had It With These Motherfucking Snakes on This Motherfucking Train!)"

I'm in the belly of a snake
Sliding noisily through subterranean tunnels
Another slithers pasts me fastly (sic)
Shaking my own surroundings

I navigate the insides of this serpent with tired eyes
Images, trying to sell me things, adorn the walls
What a peculiar place to decorate
As if my eyes and my mind weren't tired enough

I allow this thing to devour me
Maybe twice or thrice a day
It doesn't me in by its mouth
It's a strange serpent... maybe compassionate?
Perhaps it just doesn't like to see whom it takes in

I can only hope it knows its direction
And the foul smell is perspiration and not digestive acid
And I hope it opens its walls for me
For while I am in here, I am not free.

-F