Literature
Wi-Fi Enabled
I’m waiting at the edge of the station,
It’s the afternoon, sometime before two,
The seat is hard and my self is rigid,
And I’m itching for something to do.
Finally, sharply at a quarter pass the hour,
At the end of the station my train stops shy,
I noticed something strange about the metal beast,
There was signed: |This train has Enabled Wi-Fi|
“Oh joy,” I thought, quite sarcastically,
“Surly, there will be a wealth of conversation.”
Obviously I was wrong, quite so indeed,
The only sound was us leaving the station.
The seats were all filled with people,
There was not a single one empty,
Yet it wa