Seat-Seekers

Two fat guys on a subway train,
Taking lots of space,
Had room enough between them
For a thin one to embrace.

A standing pole prevented
Easy access to the seat
So most of us considered
It not worth it to compete.

But twice, new passengers approached
And asked one guy to move,
A question totally ignored
For he was in his groove.

With phone in hand and head kept down
He blew off the request
And acted like he wasn’t
The malingerer addressed.

The first seat-seeker merely shrugged;
Resigned himself to stand.
The second asked again and then
Took matters into hand.

He squeezed into the little gap
And made himself at home,
Inspiring admiration and
The spur to write this poem.