On the Cabin cups of wine they share
in a Boat - teeth glittering like the stars;
Greed as flag they hoist here and there,
When the floating Boat is still in its class.
In the first-class seats their legs they criss-crossed
With hot coffee of power relaxing their tension;
Authority they knew it would never from them be divorced
When the Aeroplane never give in to angle of depression.
On the owners' seats of power they reside,
While they control the steering wheel with just a finger;
Widespread their legs are side by side,
When the cars 'engines fail to linger.
Confidently on a Canoe they sail
With paddles of order controlling the wave of the river;
Their descency, worth from prison they never bail
When the Canoes in the face of tempest never shiver.
But, when sinking is the Boat,
With a zero hope of floating once again,
In bunch they jump off to the next that afloat
The one they know it will get to the bank, the one that will give them gain.
When the aeroplane's route becomes parallel
When angle of elevation fails at its peak,
At haste their hands grab parachutes and bid farewell,
Then retard onto a new one that possesses chic.
When the cars become an headache,
Engines coughing so harsh then puff smokes;
Their landing gears they awake
And board a new bus that never shokes.
When stationary the Canoe is,
With no heavy water beneath that gives hope for continuance,
Their identities they dismiss
And fly like birds to a nearby Ship that has more influence.
They resemble a desperate Doctor,
Who moves from one hospital to the other
Who never bear with each medicinal smell of where he proctor
Who, from time to time seek a medical centre that has many Patients with better scent rather.
Are you one of them?