If I was a pilot, I’d race on the sky,
With other pilots, like Schumacher-fly.
Take a Concorde and do jet-trail loops,
Around the Jumbo with sound-speed swoops.
Fly under a Boeing to see if they notice,
Over a Cessna and try to do a lotus.
Honk at an Airbus taking kids home,
Opened windows, skin of chrome.
A Hindenburg shark, slow, gentle giant,
Me a remora and it as my client.
I see a Piper, a herd of planes following,
Because they fly: No river swallowing.
I think in the sky is where I belong,
But I might be jobless in not very long.