Fellow Passengers 1

Every day, there you are
Flinty glares for everyone through slitted eyes
Except when you're rolling them
Folded arms, hair scraped back
Rocking the all over black look
Like you need to look any thinner
When what you really need
Is to look about 25 years younger
Like all the skinny bints at work
Titillating your sweaty blob of a boss
Perhaps you were his favourite once
When your face was a little less sour
And your soul was a little less drained
All those years of accumulating power and wealth
In place of love
Have a nice evening
All alone with your wads of cash
That you'll probably never spend
As that'd mean working up some enthusiasm
And why enjoy yourself
When you can have a good scowl instead
With your strangely ill fitting rubber mouth
Like Cruella De Ville spliced with Mr Bean
Perhaps you could have been a panto dame
Instead of a pitiless, dried out husk