To the bastard at Bolton Station
who questioned my railcard ticket:
my ticket may have been under twelve quid but,
that was after the third was taken off.
It’s seven am and I have to get to Wigan.
Please don’t tell me that my peak isn’t valid.
I need to get on 8:38 Glasgow train
to home and the snow is already delaying my travel.
Yet my Mother waits as I argue my
case. Taunting the sprocker spaniel
puppy, asking where I am? I am due in
at midday whenever I get on the Killie
train. With real food waiting and a clean
bed. May I please get on my train you Bolton Bastard?