Airport blues, or should I drive?

Flight travel is a tricky game at best

Airports like armed camps, everyone distressed

The line to start your journey begins at the curb

You gather-up your bags and feel quite absurd

For no matter how carefully you pack they’re stuffed full

As you drag them to the counter you look quite pitiful

Then..."One weighs too much," a man says with glee

So you re-arrange your underwear, out there for all to see

The worst insult comes as you stand in the longest line

Worried you'll miss the flight even though you're on time

With cavalier sluggish movements from the man way up in front

Who treats each person as if he's on an insurgent weapons hunt

Frail old ladies are searched, and wide-eyed small children cry

Your head is screaming on the inside, but outside you only sigh

For they study each passenger as if doing biological research

Your placed in front of an x-ray for the naked full body search

And I know when I die as a result of x-rays and Twinkies galore
(I just heard Hostess is going bankrupt...what will I do without Twinkies?)
I'll be preserved with a visible glow from here to Baltimore

Is it worth the hassle that continues during the flight?

"Buckle-up, don't move, no bathrooms," the gestapo isn't polite!

You sit between the large man who flesh oozes into your lap

And the stinky guy on the other side uses your shoulder for his nap

Could I drive there and not have this painful worry and stress?

Even if it took a bit longer than taking the nightmare express

Consider this next time your on-line and plan to reserve a seat

Even with high gas prices the comfort of driving, can't be beat