a mile
high
there is a wall of divide
me from first class
little occasion to fly
no where to go i guess
gotta good view though
can peek through the curtain hole
gives me a look right at front row
reminding me where my tired cast goes
they are right over there
i smell their free booze
i could brush by their chair
to sit i finally chose
for what will i do
when i get over there
talk about walled streets
and how ol' Dow Jones fared
off of the ground
too high we go
out the window abound
pink and yellow clouds aglow
nature calls me
to pass by first class
if no need to pee
i'd be back in my seat cast
a waiting line of two
one too long
partial (lap top obstructed)view
pastel clouds hung
… in first class too?
there i stand
pinched dick in hand
and all i needed to know
that a seat is a seat
and it's a long decent
to the ground below
