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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Psychology · #403745
A rough night on an airplane named Mattress

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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