Flying Standby---the poem

I
used to
fly first class
suited just so
yes I'd like
a martini
shaken
not stirred
on the
corporate tab
please

Those were
the days
when
planes served
food
and even
did
maintenance
and arrived on
time

Only bums
flew standby
then
now
the whole world
is in
line
lounging
waiting to see
if maybe
one could
get lucky

The Holy
Grail
was the prize of
old
Now just
a piece of lost
luggage would
do
nicely

We used to
dream of
world
wide travel
but
today
just surviving
Heathrow
will
do

I used
to
think planes were
cool
and bikes, and trikes just
bush
those simple
bikes seem
so cool now
that
they're
all I can
afford
anyway