Carry On

A baggage poem.

I carry with me a suitcase that is too full, 
Stuffed, it trembles with anticipation. 
There are no wheels. 
Everyone around me is the inspector
I thought that I had nothing to hide 
But they did not like what was inside
So they sent me and my heavy suitcase away. 

So I tried packing it into a backpack, 
I rolled everything up so tight
I had to decide what to pack
And what to leave behind 
On the ground at my home, 
Only it followed me here, 
Clung to me like clothes, 
And the zippers all split 
Leaving the contents as spilling guts, 
And the baggage inspectors didn’t like that. 
They told me to pack it up, then gave me more. 
A ticket of sorts, a fine at the airport. 

So I had to go back to the suitcase,
Which had seemed to duplicate 
With more now than I had hands. 
I could not stuff their tickets away, 
I tried and the handle broke off
In the baggage claim. 
And my arms were already sore
From hauling with no wheels.
I dont know if they ever had them. 
The carts go by with special drivers,
And with nothing to transport me, 
People assume I’m dragging my feet, 
When all im doing is carrying on. 
They ignore the bags under my arms,
In my hands,  the ones kicked in front of me,
And balancing on my head precariously, 
While staring at the bags under my eyes. 

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