i'm circling the tarmac
looking
for a place to land.
i'm in line.
i have to wait.
where's my luggage?
it's not my turn yet,
don't they know
that i'm
a busy man?
i learned this in the crib.
crying
seems to bring
them
to me.
my bottle, my binky,
my diaper changed.
screaming helps too,
turning blue in the face.
suddenly
i get my way.
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