As I board the
plane the familiar feelings of
gloom
Ten hours looming of misery and pure
utter doom
I look for my seat is it row a, b or c?
When the hell will I be able to escape my
seat to pee?
I look and fantasise at the two empty
seats alongside
If no-one were to fill them I'd be in for
a peaceful rideStumbling alog the row come
two passengers of bland appearance
Interrupting my solitude with their
bumbling interference
"Oh...14b and c I think this must be
us."
Cramming overstuffed bags in the locker
with exaggerated fuss
Arms raised and their sweaty pits - its
been an already long day
Sat down not elbows touching, gangly legs
in the way
I start to flick
through the inflight magazine
Crappy aftershave and cheap looking
watches - their prices obscene
Here comes the orange stewardess hair in
a complicated bun
Pretending in her panstick face that her
glorified waitressing job is fun
I order my orange juice which tastes
nothing like it should
I'd knock myself out with neat vodka oh
wouldn't that be good?
The inflight
entertainment is a contradiction in kind
Banal kids' movies drive me out of my
mind
Pre-recorded radio programmes on cheap
naff headphones
Mind you more exciting than the captain's
lethargic drons
In blocked up nose he informs me of
excessive flying time
Making me feel murderous and wishing to
commit crime
Squashed up against
the windows all I can see is fluffy white.
Whoever said the views were good up here
was talking lots of shite
I get up to the toilet clambering over my
neighbour, face full of shame
Feeling like my need for a leak is
something for which I am to blame
Swaying up the aisles can't the sodding
captain fly straight?
Christ there's a queue, still it's not
like I'm going to be late
In the toilet now
nearly sucked in when I pull the chain
At least dinner will be served soon
surely a reason to stay sane
Ah, here's the food I take it and nearly
hiss
Once again the airline seems to be
gleefully taking the piss
Scary looking peas and some fossilized
meat
Compost heap salad and pudding thats far
from sweet
Surely now the
journey is at least halfway through
You're kidding only 2 hours have passed -do
not know what to do!
Maybe if I lie back close my eyes, escape
this farce
Then a little cherub behind kicks his
Adidas at my arse
Screaming babies that won't remember the
holiday from Adam
Hostesses blankly smiling at them their
faces like made up madams
Finally descending
the stairs joy once again found
I've escaped this nightmare feeling safe
and sound
Two weeks lie ahead of sunshine and sand
The sun beams on me peace and love abound
Then it hits me like a sharp sudden pain
In two weeks time I've got to go through
this crap again!
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