This is no mile high club

This is no mile high club

Not in the cheap seats

With rigid backs

And meagre leg room

Why does my head never

Rest back into the seat.

The cabin is spartan

Every once in a while

Somebody will break wind

A release of pressure

An odorous confinement

I am Spartacus

Coffee is reminiscent

Of the seventies

Before quality control

And cappuccino

Came to British High Streets

I am in flight mode

Disconnected

Too close to strangers

Personal space neglected

In the desire to get full value

From every square inch

With just room enough

To squeeze by

At a pinch

I need to go to the loo

But will have to ask

My neighbour if I can get through

He is watching a movie

On his phone

Whatever happened to reading

Thank goodness

The Captain has spoken

The flight is nearing

Conclusion

So as not to

Create confusion

I will wait to relieve my bladder

Until we land

I hope you understand