bart - part 1

I lay on the train in an attempt to correct my 4am bedtime
The vibrations lull me towards a solution
5.25
That's how much I paid to feel the shaking car
Until.

My seat stops vibrating
This happens on occasion
But the voice in charge is partial to quick remedies
Not this time.

The gentleman across from me paid 3.10 for his vibrating chair
The woman behind him paid 4.50
They both like being shook
But their chairs remain motionless.

A mild groan escapes the gentleman's lips
His name is Howard Slater. he works for a bank
His job is monotonous and mundane
The daily vibrations he receives are what get him out of bed.

Fuck
The word falls from Howard like Newton's apple
Being pulled by the force of a stagnant seat
F=ma.

The woman behind Howard Slater takes encouragement from
The apple
She too wants her seat to shake
That's what she paid for.

The woman echoes Howard's sentiment as
A loud but incomprehensible voice booms throughout the train
People are getting angry and the voice doesn't want that
The voice doesn't realize they're angry because they can't understand what it's saying
Almost as angry as they are their seats aren't vibrating.

We've been duped.