To write or not to write a soliloquy.
Imagine a scene, a train is pulling out of the station and a person standing on the platform looking dejected. What can have happened? Perhaps this person is someone in the station wishing to leave but for some reason hasn’t.
Should I chase, should I in haste
Hail the guard, wave him down.
She’s left her bag down here at my feet.
I’m sure it’s full of important stuff
Its heavy enough to prove that point.
The train is moving I could stop it if I tried
But the stupid cow deserves to know
I can’t be messed with as I go.
For she had her chance to woo me till dawn
Instead she chose to bunk on down,
Snored like a sailor, woke the neighbours
Is it little wonder I have no compunction
To stop the train.
For then I’d have to see her again.
Oh woe is me for I did choose
The siren and not the sweet girl Juliet.
She’s left me stripped, exposed to the world
I wonder if this bag is worth a ransom?
I’ll text her now, so she’ll know
To send money, lots of money
For I’ve noticed another blonde is free
This Tinder is the place for me.