Crowded

A crowded subway’s like a jungle
Overgrown with vines.
You have to chop your way inside
By various designs.

You can’t use a machete
Or related jungle tool.
That sort of thing is frowned upon
In subways, as a rule.

Instead you have to push and shove
To hack your way inside.
A claustrophobic person
Would be rather terrified.

On trains in Tokyo, I read,
They prod you in with poles,
Like cattle to the slaughterhouse,
Resigned to certain roles.

Though here it isn’t quite as bad,
I let some trains go by.
When sardine folks glance out at me,
I will not even try.

But finally, I’ll brave my way
And worm myself a place,
Surviving as a member of
This crazy human race.