I found out the other day
That my job does not pay!
Sitting here all the time,
You'd think pilots are worth a dime.
But here I am, day in and out.
The captain’s just a hairy lout;
He argues that time is arbitrary
And that our work is pretty cherry!
I have planned to make my fortune
Through secretive extortion.
Blackmailing is appreciative
When you are truly creative.
Also, the crew is technically declined
Since we time traveled from Victorian times.
They know nothing of photoshopped pictures
And I have 'shopped some major trickers!
Captain Lucky with harem girls...
Engineer Emma with perfect curls...
(See, Emma has such shitty hair
And Lucky is not so lucky, “down there”.)
Mina with her parents, still alive!
Silent Tom thinking he'll survive!
They will pay me so much loot
To ensure that these futures are absolute...
Eventually, they will figure it out
That these futures never come about,
But by then I'll be so rich
That all they can do is whine and bitch!
Take that, feckers.
The Girl on the Flying Bomb
I speed through the air,
With the greatest of ease,
On the back of a bomb
Across large open seas!
I hope we can land soon
Because the strong breeze
But I'm afraid what collision
I regret my decision to do this
I really did not think it through
I don't know how I will survive this
I wish I could have a redo!
I see a small island!
I see a small shore!
Hopefully, I won’t explode
And cause a world war!
This bomb may be smart,
Much smarter than me,
This girl on the MK80!
I honor of Jackie, Leo, Ruth and Celeste, May 2016