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Today’s poetry was submitted by Venus Humdinger.
Poem the First
The bus bike rack placed
Directly in front of fate
I hope you see me
Poem the Second
I should be able to quicken one’s doom
When they bathe in four dollar perfume
Then get on the train
And spout things inane
Some folks should have been born sans womb
Poem the Third
When riding the el line of Blue
I see these badasses walk through
The doors between cars
And think “Well my stars
I’d certainly die were I you.
If you have any poetry written on or about the CTA, send it to me and just let me know what you’d like your Byline to be.
