Zombies in the morning

Morning rush hours on the trains are a sight for sore eyes

Whenever I commuted by trains I always found amusement

The myriad of expressions on the people would suffice

For me, that's reality TV, that's pure entertainment

Zombies in the morning

Oblivious  to the surrounding

Zombies in the morning

Neither seeing nor hearing anything

Some were sleeping with a big gap in the face

Their totally relaxed bodies spread out both sides

Then one let out a snore that jerked him up in a haste

Awakening yet another who was prepared to fight

Sleep was calling in on someone standing

Eyes closed, he was nodding gently, then lo and behold

His leg muscles couldn't carry his weight, his grip was loosening

I knew he had it coming when he knocked his head on the grab pole

A woman answered a call about five feet away

What a pong,  bad breath rushed past me with such might

The sea of heads was not enough of a deterrent, damn suay

And I thought nothing could travel faster than light

In such an enclosed area such as on the train

Body odor can be quite an epidemic I tell you

The bacteria permeated the air and cannot be constrained

ooh, help I am starting to have a migraine

By now I can't breathe, I can't move and oh, the pain

All these zomboids attacking my senses

I hope there won't be any delays of the train

Or I'll have to scream and suffer in silence

What did those zombies do the night before

Drinking, getting wasted or partying like there's no tomorrow

People often say live like there's no tomorrow

Well, I say live like there IS A TOMORROW.

I wondered if those zombies ever felt frazzled

Before the day began, they were already sleeping

But train journeys are still the fastest, despite the hazards

Just have to brave those zombies in the morning.