Helicopters come and go,
Planes take off and land.
Passengers arrive who do not know
That liquids and gels are banned.
Luggage is checked, and backgrounds too.
Personal items are stowed.
Some poor guy who’s flying back
Finds out his car was towed.
Flight attendants welcome you
And give a safety spiel.
A can of juice and pretzel mix
Will be your evening meal.
Now far from home you have arrived
At where planes take off and land,
And you find the luggage that you checked
Did not arrive as planned.
You take a cab to your hotel
Where everything’s in place,
From hygiene stuff in plastic wrap
To art that’s in your face.
You stay a week and do your job
(Or relax. That’s ok too).
And then come home to talk about
That one time when you flew.
The Daily Travesty 