Ima Ryma


Rid Napper - Poem by Ima Ryma

So I did take a little snooze.
It's not like I had left the job.
Those high and mighty air line crews
Just like to bellyache a gob,
When I was not right there to say
'You're cleared to land - over and out.'
They know where to find the runway.
It's empty at midnight, no doubt.
Ever since Reagan fired us all,
Air controllers get no respect.
I am the latest one to fall,
Victims of politics correct.

The union said we would appeal -
Not to lose sleep over the deal.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 4, 2013



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