Dear Dadar Station,
You and I have a strange relation
Where I struggle to get off on you
And you rape me and molest me
And I have to stand there and take it like a man (not literally)
There is no way I can take
Your oppressive presence off me,
As screaming, sweaty, smelly women
And lecherous, creepy, ugly men
Squash me so that I can't breathe anymore.
Dadar station, I don't like this,
And this isn't consensual,
So you might want to stop soon.
P.S.: You're slightly forgiven for giving me popcorn.
Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone
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