"Red Line approaches, please stand back!
In an orderly fashion you may board."
Shouts the crackling voice from above the track.
But no one listens, the voice is ignored.

Forty-nine people begin to play
The race to enter the great steel womb.
Only forty-five can cram today
That large family takes up too much room.

Bells sound and the doors all close.
The four castaways that weren't allowed in;
Carefully will be disposed
In the nearby recycling bin

The bullet fires off with flashy gusto
There are no greetings or how-do-you-dos
They think 'No one is more important than us' so
Nobody stands in the other's shoes

Two minutes into the sardine-tin ride
A destination is finally reached
The businessmen shield their eyes and hide
When the beggar they pass begins to preach

"The Lord made us equal, life just isn't fair.
I sit here below you without any food
Do you happen to have any advice to spare?"
But of course they don't. They are not in the mood

Is it the mood? It's a grandiose day.
The sun in the sky beams down on Wall Street.
Green flurries of arrows- the stocks all display
High numbers that businessmen take as a treat

Back to their dens where concubine wives
Serve their husbands at night in the dark.
Willing to do so because their lives
Are lavished by diamonds that always hit mark.


The target being the ego of friends
And with one flash the gemstone cuts deep
Book clubs and tea parties quickly end
But the girl in lavender spurts out no peep.

She was most obviously raised with great care
Her manners elitist and elegantly dressed
Watching the sleek shine of tawny tossed hair
The jealousy of others awakens from rest.

And with jealousy awakens a beast
The monster from inside the cardboard shack
His lips wet with anticipation of feast
Black gears in his head grind to plan an attack

This feral demon stalks the mauve colored maid
Tracks her silently back to the station
His eyes glimmer famished from behind a hat frayed
And when she looks lost, he grins in elation

Now is the moment, the one time to please
This deadly predator strikes with such lust
His hands dance like a pianist upon ivory keys
On her body with his knife stained brown with rust

The crowd of businessmen turns to look
But swiftly deflate to cowards’ behavior
This fair little princess will be scarred by this crook
If no one will take up the role of her savior

The snobbish old housewives and children do cluster
They look upon the scene with lavishing dread
Soulless eyes of this monster shine dull with luster
As he holds his prize near -her neck tickled with red

A drummer in silver, dreads swinging in panic.
Rushes to the delicate body of the darling girl, slain.
The monster, now caged, leaps into the tram-track
"Red line approaches" "Look out for the train."