There will be
no peanuts,
Kingdom Plantae,
served on this flight,
sang the cheerful
flight attendant.
Unless
you are seated
in first class.
For you the
snack tray will
overflow with
Genus Arachis.
Also, be advised
we do not have
potable water
on board.
Both offered
on a tray of
pilfered silver,
a polite decline,
in solidarity with my
brothers and sisters
in coach.
All animals are equal; some animals are more equal than others (1984)…
Ouch! Touche, capitalist ruffians! Good poem.