Birds fly
Our airlines try
Without the grace
With great effort
Smoke and noise
For what, you ask
For speed and ego
Cause we can
But why, I wonder
Given the labor
The hurried time
Rush to the seats
Stacked like sardines
Uncomfortable
Bored
The fat man near
Taking up your space
A promise of eats
Bloody Marys no relief
Birds fly, why do we try
Cause we must
Whose to blame
Icarus, Langley, the Wrights
Or Biden, if you must
Next time, I’ll take the train