shuffle off, shake the bugs out, adjust your eyes to the light. you know, you gotta get in the habit of not wearing your sunglasses on the train. when you get off, half asleep from the nap yuo can never see anyone. oops, sorry pal, didn't mean to knock into you there. oh and by the way, if you keep giving me that dirty look, i might follow through on that impulse i have right about now about punching you in your face. eyes frontwise, shiteyes. wow! i'm a poet and i didn't even know it. whoops coffee's calling.