Your code colour is grey
The handles in your trains are yellow
But your heart and soul are BLACKened
like grit
or coal
or a black rat
"3 minutes" you say, almost singing
“So few!
"Th-rr-eeee (la la la)
"Yes just (la la la laaa) th-rr-ee-ee-eeee
“Such cause to be happ-ee"
But you lie!
I know you lie
Because thanks to more honest technology
I have
a
watch
So I know that your th-rr-eeee (la la la) minutes
Are actually
FIVE AND A HALF MINUTES
And oh it grates
Yes, it saddens me
That with all your shiny yellow handles
And your smart grey line
You are in fact a ROGUE and a FIEND who is laughing, laughing
At me
And my lost faith
My tragic discovery of
The Jubilee Line Fantasy Minutes
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