Passenger - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

As we're suspended in air
You sit there squirming in your chair
Unable to sit still
For half a mill-
isecond
Stand up, sit down again and again
Flexing your supposedly enhanced brain
Your ears have dangling wires
As your head bounces up and down
To some unknown spasmodic rhythm
You sneeze and snort
You bob and cavort
In your row 5, seat C world
Of coolness and hipness
As you spit your chewing tobacco
Into a bottle of grossness
You are the passenger from hell
Hope you enjoyed the flight