Maskless Commuter

 So comes the spring, so comes the rain.

I’m back each day upon the train

oblivious to all your pain

just casually sitting here

forgetting all the abject fear

that gripped us all for this past year.

Death carried off the elderly

but not my nan so I can’t see

why any rules apply to me

cos hand-washing’s a tiresome task

and yes it is too much to ask

that I should wear a stupid mask

plus I enjoy the eyes that stare

as I commute without a care

with spring and Covid in the air

so I’ll just sit here opposite

this bearded, angry-looking tit.

I really couldn’t give a shit

that he’s looking quite upset

and I sort of hope I get

immortalised in his tercet.