Dreaming of the day
when it can fly a streamlined can
with no space for the rich,
the old and the disabled,
a budget line with un-booked space
in those extravagant categories
auctions it off to sardines
to get what it can
out of its less-than-streamlined can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flying these days is cut price and you nailed what it is like