To quote: this bus will run express between
Forty-seventh and eleventh streets.
Because of this nobody ever meets
A mid-south-sider. They are seldom seen,
Wish-washy creatures. Maybe they are green!
Or just invisible. The bus sure treats
Them all that way; there are no seats
For them. I think it's kind of mean,
But then again, I could take the Red Line,
Or Green, and be exposed to just such places:
New people with new habits, clothes, and faces
But I do not. It's slower, and I'm fine
Going express and never meeting those
Who have those newer faces, habits, clothes.
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