welcome

I go down the subway a rat runs by,how cliche' the musty smell mixed with pine pitch from the ties , the rat would have been wise to move to the countryside where there would have been a chance to survive.Yet he stays, to him its the maze of the subway that presents a challenge for him to find his way.Check out this tunnel and that,make a turn this curios rat.Here comes a train it does not try to avoid him,it appears quite insane.But this is life in the tunnels, metal sparks screeching screams mechanical noises dim headlight beams,blue sparks ,electric third rail,my old New York buddy called it the iron snail.Thee A train to a scary place ,three days, I was gone.To many two legged rats, I was to white to be wrong on the wrong train on the wrong tracks on the wrong side in the wrong city the newspaper lied, as much as I tried to fit in it was a pity I could not hide this silly white boy grin.Fed up with the fear and the punks and their guns ridin that train weren't no fun...