Airport Song

ticketless travel mimicking gravel with minutes to babble

finish and i grab hold of limericks in my saddle

i wish i had a rattle to tattle like security does

a song to sound off impurity buzz

metal detectors unsettling sensory receptors

i wish they gave me a nectar instead of that lecture

because i'm hungry for fruit and i already knew about the no change in

pockets

(earlier i took a shit in the cockpit)

dressed at best for me hoodie and pants fitting loosely

but how i'd love to be wearing buggle boy or stussy

sometimes i miss the decade of the nineties

barely half the eighties in my memory but i'm happy with my timing

but i'm rapping about you not minding me on the floor

map in on your palm pilot i was at gate C4

but the next gate down there will be someone else around

that'd piss you off the same cause you're looking for your pants browned

this place is full of impatience on the brain

everyone pulling for placement on the plane

fast pacing and racing just the same

first i came and went then i went and came

aisle seat look at me, i'm not frowning

i was able to stay away from the "don't wants" of my surrounding

i get a snack later now i capitalize on my practice

annoyed the people on board with my voice, now it's pens for passion

i guess people in public can't handle words in action

but lately it's been gaining me further satisfaction

i guess that's just what happens when you're doing what you love

you're not even worried about the faces looking at you from above

waiting for the sign for the bathroom to shine my eye

i can't have another passenger pass me by

i drank a lot of water this morning and other than the plane

tokeless brownies got me soaring

can't even hear the sleeping people snoring

i'm harmonizing with the hum of the plane ignoring boring

enjoying conversation with the man next to me

a new piece of knowledge every direction i speak