Because I could not wait to jet set
I left my intellect behind
Amazed by the weight of this thing
To buoyant through the air
Because you did not send me the memo
I took it the seats were meant to rock
Then you took off without warning
And jerked me so hard
My head spun out of control
The plane crashed on take off
Three passengers and you, the pilot
And only myself, the sole casualty
Because you did not let me buckle up
Because I could not stop to assess
The injuries I sustained, the wreck
And those trapped inside and call for Mayday
After all, I was the only novice there
Because I could not stop to weep
For there wasn't much to wail about
Except for flamboyance quickly turning to sullenness
So I simply turned my back and limped away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem