Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Rid Napper

So I did take a little snooze.
It's not like I had left the job.
Those high and mighty air line crews
Just like to belly ache a gob,
When I was not right there to say,
"You're cleared to land - over and out."
They know where to find the runway.
It's empty at midnight - no doubt.
Ever since Reagan fired us all,
Air controllers get no respect.
I am the latest one to fall,
Victim of politics correct.

The union said we would appeal -
Not to lose sleep over the deal.