Ode to Annoying Commuters

I call you a subway immigrant
Because you appear to carry everything you own on your back.
As if the enormous backpack didn't hold enough
You have two or three bags dangling from your arms.
What could be in those bags, I wonder.
You aren't a terrorist.
Not in Ferragamo shoes.

Journey on my friend with the Jansport hump.
This is my stop.
But please remember for the sake of your next travel partner,
When you turn around
That gigantic nylon appendage
Smacks someone in the face.