We are greedy
We are sulky
I once rode the MRT
Transporting capsule infamous in the metro
I was pushed and forced to go
By people I do not know
It was traumatic
Everybody's frantic
Absolutely chaotic
Skin to skin we're close
But not the type I chose
I hate it cause
Her hair's dripping wet
Another smells like a dog pet
That man had his cigarette
I said to myself,
"Oh! When will this fucking ride end?"