Flatbeds and Flatrates

They give me a seat at the back 
Almost under the tail
And I think chalo theek hai, waise
Bhi, I’m neither here nor there
I spend my life swooping
In on a wing and a prayer.
They tell me they can upgrade
Me to business class. Flatbed, ma’am
She keeps repeating, shocked I’ve
Decided to pass. Aap toh
Janti hain, I explain, ki iss ek
Upgrade mein I could’ve flown
Twice. Sitting upright all the way
Will have to suffice. Sleep is what
I do at home: ghode bechkar sona.
Coming home is always gold.
Sone par kya rona.

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