Ride Em

Ready he stands, hooks in his hands
the sole way to, travel these lands.
Regular sound, heard through the ground,
indicates that, train is around.
Must not fumble, as with rumble
Intercity, leaves the tunnel.
Thrill of the chase, leaps into space
buries hooks in, the carapace.
With practised knack, pulls the head back
pulls it around, away from track.

And he laughs, enjoying himself and the power that he wields.
Riding the train, for the moment, freeing it to run through the fields.

All too soon he, approaches town.
Nearing office. That gets him down.
Taking the train, off normal route.
Only way for, him to commute.

Ruminate

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