I hate being
on a flight with some
famous person. They're never
sat near me, it's like...what good
were they? One time it was G Love
and Special Sauce, and I only noticed
because
some standup bass addict was
trying to pack his shit on
at the same time as mine,
on the flight, though?
Never saw them, him or
whoever. Last on, first
off,
I dunno. I was minding
my own deal, so
what good are they?
Look. I say either be sat
right next to me or fuck
off. I don't have time
for these people on flights,
and I'm too courteous
and deferential probably
to make the fuss,
anyhow
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Monday, October 10, 2022
on up high
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