Flight

Entitled lady on my flight with your three kids and husband
Sitting in the seats I reserved ahead of time...
All seat-belted in and ready for takeoff
Still whining and griping at each other
Bc what else are you gonna do?

You keep insisting that you are a family of five
Ohhh, do I mind sitting apart from my own kid?
Because your kids what?
Take precedence?
Bc you don't have your shit together enough to book for your own fucking tribe?
So you separate mine...

And then I look like the asshole
For holding up the line
Your husband looks at me apologetically
Then quickly down when he meets your eyes

Fuck you. And your shitty kids and your pussy-whipped husband.
Oh and I PAID for that window seat!
What if my brown ass was in yours
I shudder to think...

And for the record. The ONLY reason I complied
Is bc our two seats next to your three
Means we'd sit next to you or your shitty kids, or your
Pussy-whipped husband

So we move along like you want us to
Move along, move along

Like we're expected to
And you get your way
And you get your way
And you get your way
And you get your way



Credits
Writer(s): Vanessa Marroquin
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