The Seven O’ Five Train Is Running Late
Ding, Ding, Ding, Hear the Bells ring
See the train, clear and
plain
Life’s insane
Ding, Ding, Ding, Hear the Bells ring
Bars descend, Blocking tracks
Bars descend, Traffic held
back
Woooooooooooooooohh!!! Goes the whistle
Woooooooooooooooohh!!! Goes the whistle
Hear it blow,
So everyone will know, the
train comes near
So everyone will know, deep dark fear
Feel the ground, Rumble and Shake
A loud deafening sound, Hard
to take
Silence shattered, Birds have scattered
We have defiled, everything
that mattered
The seven o’ five, A little
behind
It’s seven fifteen
The passengers
ARE OUT OF THEIR MIND
They’re getting mean,
TEN MINUTES LATE!!
Hurry, hurry, worry, worry
Can’t debate
Deadlines to make, Punch in
the clock
Rules to break, A world in a
lock
Governed by Mammon
A spiritual famine
Cold and cruel
M a n y t h e f o o l
And thus begins an epic tale of Edgar the banker and his exploits focused on the train he uses first to commute to work and then to 'escape.'
ALL ABOARD THE TRAIN!!!
Commuting has never been this exciting. Edgar, the banker, goes on a
philosophical journey and a literal one. A well-to-do businessman from the
suburbs commuting to the megalopolis of Babylon. But surely, there is more to
life than the golden calf he bows down to. Perhaps it is ill-begotten to use
people unscrupulously to maximize profits. But what does Edgar care, after all,
"I got mine!" Sadly, or perhaps happily, Edgar is on a grand
exploration. This pilgrimage is faithfully recorded in poetic grandeur.
Terrific poetry here tantalizing the ear. Images burst like supernovas.
Unforgettable characters. So go buy that one-way ticket and let's travel by the
old humming steel rail. Kick back in your seat and enjoy the passing scenery. Bells
and Whistles, Thorns and Thistles poetry for the coming new age!
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