Philly Story #389

The sub rocks me into a slippery self consciousness

So me and Marley fold into my seat and start jamming

We jamming

Blasting through the microcosmic speakers

 riding each lazy beat with euphoric glee

when across from me

this dude twists up his face

the other passengers scramble

like frantic cockroaches about to be smushed

I look

300 pound bowling ball of a man stands with a gun in his hand

waving as if he was princess Diane

I dam near lose a bowel movement

Tripping over people to get to the exit quick

What kind of shit is this that I just witnessed

I was trying to get to work and handle my business

Now I got lateness all on my plate

Damn. It had to be today.

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