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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Flight Fright I don’t feel safe— And that’s why I like it. Horizen turns blue And clouds melt to grey As my body leans back and is thrusted into the sky. The power of a plane overcomes me I hate flying And it won’t be long Before I fly again A rush inside me Rises up As the thrill of adrenaline Pulses my veins. The red light of morning has not yet matured But it will by the time We reach Philadelphia You won’t know when I’m There Because cell phones must Remain in an off position. I’ll pretend you’re at the airport Waiting my arrival And only mine— Or better yet, I’ll pretend you’re sitting Between me and grouch-lady, Who finds sudoku more important Than a smile. Stupid sudoku. You’d sacrifice yourself To the middle seat Cuz even if the aisle seat is worst You know I hate much more To sit next to a person Who makes me feel not quite Like a person Because I’m not a person— Don’t remind me! When I’m flying. Here’s your stereotypes: There—your stereotypes We all fit different molds Yet we’re all the same But so different For your malconceived unconvenience, Cell phones may go into The “on” position now. I don’t know what it means— This Stuffy head. Ears packed between Brains and the pressure of Being on top At least in the air I don’t have to walk through mist I don’t have to talk to anybody I’ll take a coffee— Is the only thing worth saying, Sans turbulence I dare not turn my head Or steal a glance Out tiny windows For fear the pressured rush of pain returns, Oh, busy head.
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