Sense Sonnet - Acher

Hard to Bare Up

I knew I'd be afraid to fly.
My skin was tingling something fierce.
In the bathroom, I took off my
Clothes. Pounding in my head did pierce.
Making my way back to my seat,
I saw that all the folks did stare
At me. I felt the rising heat.
It was too much for me to bear.
I tried to open up the door.
But by brute force was pulled away,
And forced to lie upon the floor,
Till landing later in the day.

The cops covered my nudity.
Putting a strait jacket on me.