Airport Blues

Flight travel is a tricky game at best

With Airports like armed camps and everyone distressed

The line to start your journey begins at the curb
You gather up your bags and start to feel absurd
For no matter how carefully you pack they are overstuffed and full

As you drag them to the counter looking quite pitiful
“That one weighs too much,” a uniformed man says with glee

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

The worst insult comes as you stand in a winding line
And worry you’ll miss your flight even though you arrived on time
With cavalier sluggish movements from the man in charge up front
Who treats each person as if he’s on an insurgent weapons hunt

Frail old ladies are patted and searched while the wide-eyed children cry

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

For they study passengers as if doing biological research

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

You think one day you’ll die of radon and the Twinkies you adore

And then you’ll emit a blinding glow from L.A. 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’s flesh oozes into your lap

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

So drive to your destination and avoid such worry and distress?

Even if it takes longer than taking the Airport nightmare express?

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

Even with high gas prices, driving yourself can’t be beat