Y) No Return Ticket

No return ticket, single please,
a ventriloquist's doll, and a case of beer.
Its head turns toward me, its eyes roll back,
the splinters of wood as it downs the first four-pack.

A second later,
we're plunged into the dark,
paperbacks fly into a dirty yellow cross.

I never made time to read those books,
the others knew by their tickets that their time wasn't up.

Its the end of my ride, but not the line.
I stumbled out into the light - I think I died.

Rumbling train, metro card,
just another freak at the feet of God.

Where would I be now if i had lived?