The Amazing Flying Prison Poem by Florence P. Wordsmith

I detest flying
Every time I do I feel constrained
I always seem to be seated
in the same spot
A spot without access to
the drink cart
one that is not near a bathroom
Or beside that one annoying guy
who talks to me all the time
I just want to pull the shade down
over the window
and get some sleep for once
But I just can't seem to do it
Sometimes, when things seem really dark
and I feel like everything is falling down around me
I begin to wish
that I wasn't
a pilot