Our Captain Is Overwhelmed

Ssssshhhh...
Will you stop with that!
We are not on a rapid decline.
We are exploring alternate shifts,
In altitude.
Of course there will be some turbulence.
Of course you will see flames licking at the wings.
How better to proclaim our arrival?
Sit back...
Everything is under control!
Disregard any screams coming from the cockpit!
Our captain is overwhelmed,
And can not contain his joy!
Now...
Would you like your beverage with,
Or without an oxygen mask?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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