We pulled into Penn Station and rushed off the train.
On the ivory tile, we noticed a stain.
A man on the floor like a spill or a smudge,
Which we all stepped around – the man didn't budge.
The manager knocked on the maintenance door,
And told them ‘Go clean up the mess on the floor.’
The janitors sick of such mopping and sweeping
Propped up a sign that said Caution: Man Sleeping.