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Turbulence
Cautiously I take a glance, scanning all around Peering through ominous clouds for source of a strange sound Coming perhaps from the winds' wild buffering On this dreary night ride I'm forever suffering None too happy with my armchair cushions Thwarting my comfort in every position Fluffing the headrest, endlessly twisting & nestling This erstwhile flotation device resisting my wrestling But thunk! A jolt of turbulence, the first of storm's abuses My stupid seat locked upright while the captain makes excuses Helpless in my horror but trying to abide Merciless, this airbus's rollercoaster ride Taunted by pockets of hope for smoother flight Sullen in the knowledge that I'll not survive the night Somehow halfway situated when jink! another bump Tosses me and lands an aching lesson on my rump Then thwine! A shrieking pounding from the plane's primary engine Steering me unnaturally to my destination destined As everyone laments the life they'll soon have lost Oddly I find a moment's peace amidst the chaos But vreer! and krawsh! At six A.M. in fiery finish undoubted I'm awake & sleepless still - Too late to do anything about it But rise And forego the fickle skies
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