The War Goes On

They say they’ll write me,

Keep me up to date

As for my lost luggage

I anxiously wait.

But sometimes I’m weak

And I go online

To check out the status

Of that “delayed” bag of mine.

I type in my last name,

An eight digit code

And wait five painful seconds

For the website to load

Only to find

Its status unchanged.

It’s made a me a little

Completely deranged.

“Assign me a driver”

I woefully shriek,

But “”

Doesn’t hear what I speak.

That’s how I’ve been living

For most of the day

Until United Airlines

Sends that suitcase my way.

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