Suspended - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

As we’re suspended in air
You sit there
Fiddling in your chair
Unable to sit still
For half a mill
La second
You stand up
Again and again
To flex your artificially enhanced brain
Your ears have little wires
For your many frequent flyers
As your head bounces up and down
Like a bobble-headed clown
To some unknown spasmodic beat
Must be ants in the seat
You sneeze and snort
Bob and cavort
In your row 5, seat C
Thought free
World of coolness and hipness
Hope you enjoyed the flight