Haiku For The CTA #5

Go away, man. I
don’t want to buy socks from you.
This ride will not end.

Haiku For The CTA #4

Red Line, today I
throw up on you. Damn you, half
priced brewskis at Jake’s.

Haiku for the CTA #3

Get me there on time
for once. Slow zones, three track lanes,
At least there’s a seat.

Haiku for the CTA #2

I’m standing here, dick.
Don’t be hating. Now please move
your fucking bookbag.

Haiku for the CTA

What the Chicago Transit Authority made me think of:

Cool metal box smells,
Room for three or three hundred,
Worth every penny.