Disabled access to public transport

Sonnet to a Bricked-Up Window

Oh ticket office, ticket office, why
Is your fair window really gone for good?
However much I touch or hard I try
The robot can not serve me like you could
If you had closed 'cause I don't have to pay
If transport were a public service, free
I'd no more need to use you anyway
Or miss your glazed familiarity 
But still the faceless charge a fortune fare

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