High Anxiety
I don't know whether
To be scared or angry
So I figure I'll just do both
Irritated by this sardine can treatment
And biting my nails off
Since I'm stuck in a
Tubular metal flying coffin
I can't even pray
There's too many
Nightmarish visions
Breathing this stale recirculating air
AND being at the mercy of someone
I hope didn't have 4 or 5 martinis
With his peanuts
I feel more helpless
Than an entire Chilean football team
But I got it all figured out
The lack of control
Is what makes me wheeze
Better get a pilot's license...
B.W.Barr (circa 1989)
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