They're Dragging Me from a Jet Plane

(To the tune of “Leaving on a Jet Plane” by Peter, Paul, and Mary)

All the bags are loaded
They’ve closed the door.
I’m sitting here all set to go
Can't wait to see my patients in good time.

But something’s happening
Up near the front
They’re pulling some
Last-minute stunt
Just when I thought that 
Everything was fine.

Oh holy smokes they’ve come for me!
What earthly reason could there be?
They’ve grabbed me like they’ll never let me go.
They’re dragging me from a jet plane
I don’t know but this surely seems insane.
My disapproval they will know.

I’ve heard they’ve done these things before;
When you fly United you know the score,
But I just thought that stuff was in the past.

Broken guitars; should’ve been forewarned
Other options I should not have scorned.
This deal with them will surely be my last.

My seat I could not give up.
But who believed they’d rough me up?
They grabbed me like they’d never let me go.
They dragged me from a jet plane
I don’t know but it sure seemed insane.
My disapproval they will know.

My devices were switched off.
One last time
Seat back upright
But what happened I could not foresee.

When I stepped upon that plane
The sky was blue, the world was sane.
I never thought that they would come for me.

My seat I could not give up
But who believes they’ll rough you up?
They grabbed me like they’d never let me go.

They’re dragging me from a jet plane
What earthly reason could there be?
Being dragged from a jet plane.
I don’t know but this sure seems insane.
Being dragged from a jet plane.
I don’t know but this sure feels insane.
My disapproval they will know.

David Martin

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