air sick

[mir]

Two weeks past
I planned a flight
To Chicago
This Friday night;
At seven sharp
I booked to board
And scheduled taxis,
Looking forward.
But here I am now,
At the gate
I came at five
Delayed to eight
And now it’s nine
And I’m quite clear:
THE DAMN MACHINE
SHOULD NOW BE HERE!
Security
Took my keys,
My coffee and
My toiletries;
Here I sit
Without my shoes
Elvis, babe,
I got the blues.
The plane to land
At gate 2E
Now has dragged me
To 2B:
The stewardess
Picks up the mike
And now I’m on
Another flight.
By my gauging
Of the clock
I’d be there now
If I’d walked.
That is it!
The final straw!
It’s unfair!
I know the law.
I’ll go up
Demand my rights
Get myself
On this damn flight!
If they protest
My baggage holds
A lawyer’s card
To bleed them gold.
If they stall,
I swear, I’ll sue! –
(That’s if my luggage
Gets there too.)