Anonymity.

We're squabbling pidgeons, over a single grain, We're changing and moving, We're staying the same, We're backstabbing traitors, We're plain to see, Nothing to seperate us, Just Anonymity. We push and we shove, but we never dare fight, We're struggling for promptitude, Through morning, through night, That very last train seat, Unneeded necessity, We're toiling and struggling, Commuting Anonymity.