commute? It just doesn't compute

I'm so lucky I don't commute,

What you guys do just doesn't compute.

You guys get up at sparrow’s fart,

for some train driver to break your heart.

For a whole month’s journey you've already paid,

only to find the journey's cancelled or delayed,

and if the train arrives on time

it's overcrowded and full of grime.

You share your carriage with some who stink,

but the ones who I would hate, I think,

are those that sit in aisle seats

and tut about having to move their feet,

who won't move over when they're asked

but just swivel their fat arse.

They don't try to make life easy,

in fact they make me queasy.

They make me want to punch and fight

which isn't normal and isn't right

before the day is even light.

There's only one mode of travel worse

and that is riding in a hearse.