Dreaded Accomplice

At my transfer stop this morning on the subway,

I quickly crossed the platform and found a seat.

Within seconds, a wretched stench raped my nose.

It was a mix between old people and anything rotten.

So for the next twenty minutes as I waited to get to school,

I sat wondering what this horrible smell was coming from.


Then, as the train pulled up to the platform,

I stood up and looked back to check to see if I had left anything,

Only to discover that the person I was sitting next to the entire time,

Was an very old man in slumber,

And a head full dreadlocks,

Barely contained in a dread cap.

I stared in horror as I ran from the train. 

I have nothing against people with dreads.

Honestly, I think they look kinda cool.

Just spray a little Febreeze in there every once in a while.