Old Lady Pwnz Mercedes Guy

That thing that teeters there upon tethered shoes:

The make-up outline of her face,
Makes her indistinguishable from a clown.
The lacquer that she bathed in leaves behind a bitter taste.
Her mouth curls from the morning grind leaving a puckered frown.
These women hock their dignity in the Dunkin Donuts line
She topples in on her high-rise high heels
"We wanna be sexy and powerful, we wanna be Fine!"
Her lips a hue of tangerine and teal,
She walks past as eyes advert attention,
Her life too miserable to mention.

Train Wreck:

The rattle of the old steel wheels,
Battling for ground against the old steel rails.
They spin and they spin until the job is done.
Their existence is futile without their passengers
They kill and they carry, monsters of necessity.
There is no stopping this diesel beast.
You may lock its wheels or tear at its rails,
It shall proceed forward into your demise.
The shrill squeal of metal on metal pierces,
The night has fallen to chaos.
The crunch, the end of a life—we cannot look away—
A prayer of thanks that it was not I,
And my travels continue, I continue,
The train rolls on over the bridge and into the following towns.
The night falls back into itself.

Toxic noise and toxic Scent:

The woman in front of me sits poised to allure.
Her perfume fills my nostrils with its toxic scent,
Her unpleasantness is only surpassed by the telephone gossip that spews from behind my head.
Some have asked why I keep my music loud,
And why I speak so softly.
Etiquette my dear, simple etiquette.
I do not need to hear your conversation
I do not need to pollute your ears.
I am who I am and I am stuck here in this seat
Pinned by a Samoan who snacks heartily upon pastry after pastry
I am an emotional hermit in an extroverted society filled with toxic noise and toxic scent.

My stomach clenches as the rage bubbles
My heart is uncontrollable.
After the times I have laid down myself when you were in need,
You slander my good name!
Fie upon you a thousand times!
You perpetrator of the most despicable act!
Live your own life,
Attempt not the role of puppet master!
I will ne'er bend to your will,
I will not play your silly little games.
You wish to harm me, then come at me in fisticuffs.
Do not spread your smut about,
Keep your fury inside and controlled,
Oh little child you have grown large,
‘Tis time to become a man.
Fie upon you
Oh perpetrator of the most despicable act!
Thou shall not penetrate my heart,
Not by blade or by word!