Most Passengers On This 12-Hour-Flight Are Watching Lethal Weapon

I noticed whilst walking up and down the thing What's going on here I thought I had been given a middle seat In what I consider to be the worst flight I have ever experienced The two passengers either side of me were trolling Ghosting me Two Count Drunkulas in the dark I got up and sat in one of the flight attendant's seats I needed leg room and the final frontier I needed me, myself and rock star parking Like a suicidal cop The window seat bloke started shaving A nudge war after landing to hurry it up As he was gagging for a cigarette I was so mentally fatigued Cream crackered and shagged That I forgot to make this poem a calligram As was originally intended You know, in the shape of the fuselage Oh what genius I told friends They asked what other films were available on the flight Lethal Weapon 2 I replied