MRT: My Repeated Torment
Oh, wondrous train of sleekest sheen,With fares that rise like kites unseen.You gleam so bright, you shine so new,Yet break down more than budget shoes. “Ride with us!” your posters beam,As if delays were but a dream.But stand we must in sweltering heat,While you conk out on tracks so sweet. “Upgrading works!” they always say,As… Read More »