"I have a few questions...", I heard him say,
As my mind began to drift away,
To manuals, flow charts, systems and numbers,
Limitations, procedures V-speeds and NUMBERS!
So it began in that ice cold room,
Cold as the grave, heavy with doom,
I watched the clock as my mouth rattled on,
I'm frozen in night, longing for dawn.
Soon I was walking on to "the box!",
Time moved so slowly....what's wrong with these
clocks?
V1, Vr, "Fire in number two!"
Murphy you bastard! Now what do I do!
Then....it was over, and I in a haze,
Emerged to the sunlight and one-eighty more days.
Till the next time, same place, different day,
"I have a few questions..." I'll hear him say
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