Originally written in my Scribe in NYC.
Amtrak You know I love thee why must you then screw me?
You charged me seventy bucks For the ticket to the wedding
Even though regularly the seats Go for thirty-and three,
I was sad but not overly so.
That is, until I had to buy Tickets the next day
On the sly
And I'm Shamed to say the amount I did pay,
which is english, surely,
But not for me,
A whole fifty extra percent moneys than the original amount.
Why why why,
the laws are too tight
0h We shall see.
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