‘Travel is hell,’
She said,
Looking
Me over.
‘I don’t
Like it
And it’s hard
For me
To get away.
I wouldn’t
Be here
If I didn’t
Need to be.
Well, ha ha.
Don’t touch
Anything
On the plane,
Germs are
Deadly.
Where did you
Get that hat?
Never been there,
Heard of it.
No, no, I
Hardly ever
Go anyplace.
I have
This job,
See,
And work
Nights.
I don’t
Like it.
I don’t
Like my
Boss.
I don’t
Like the
Customers.
But
I get to
Sing.
Whoa,
That’s us.
Don’t forget
Your stuff.’