Elevator music **mention of 9/11**

Every morning I get on that metro line, Thinking I wanna get through the day just fine.

I roll up to my office and say an embarrassingly over enthusiastic hello, To our family who bought their personalities in Zudio

Oh but don't get me wrong, I ain't sad, Just sitting on the fence between good and bad

And then as the clock nears four thirty, I just wish I was drowning in the river Lethe

And then I get back on that train, and give my seat to some old lady who's face says fuck you That's how I justify my existence you see, I live for that thank you

And I will do this again tomorrow and seemingly forever, Because elevator music was playing as the planes hit the Towers

This is my first poem, please let me know how to improve my style and material.