What's wrong with this picture?
You, up there...
You're in my seat
This isn't fair

I was on the waitlist
And near the top
When the filling of seats
Unfortunately stopped

I can take solace
Some kind, anyway
That also disappointed
Were Platinums (no way!)

Sucks to be them
And sucks to be me
Flying in coach
And needing to pee

Avoiding the bathroom
Well, the line forming there
I'd rather sit quietly
Fighting bladder despair

With my body surrounded
By constraints in a space
That has me contorted
Who designed this cramped place?!

Midgets or small people
Undoubtedly, it seems
Who else would do this?
Sadistic engineering teams?

If I could just move my leg
Without hitting the seat
In front of me here
My day'd be complete

If I could just move my arm
Without tapping that of
The guy sitting next to me
Whose response is a shove

The world would so be
A much better place
If coach cabins had
More realistic space

To accommodate bodies
Belonging to those
Of our genus and species
As they sit and repose

Let alone as they try
To recline and "push back"
Into the lap of a stranger
Who unwelcomes the "attack"

Or try using a tray table
With long, folded legs
Thy knee, oh, my
For mercy, it begs

A space-fill solution
Not tried, though extreme
Might resolve various aspects
Though unsafe, one would deem

Are the consequences to those
Not members of teams
Whose training was cheerleading
(Human pyramidal schemes)

Remember Volkswagen antics?
Or the phone booths so filled?
By layers of humanity
Whose specialty or skill

Was to maximize the use
Of limited space
Alongside the bodies
Of others, interlaced--?

Perhaps we should try this
The next time in back--?
To maximize the use
Of space--we'll just stack!

At least we could stretch
And have our legs "free"
But there are "complications"
I suppose, you'd agree...

Giving new meanings to "layover"
Was not my intent
Of this monologue-istic
Diatribe of dissent

Rather, it was simply
To frolic and play
In linguistic mayhem
And poetic foray

Into traveller woes
Expressed novelly
And to add to this thread
Rhymed samples of whimsy

Lastly, I'll add
Something utterly unneeded
Only added for the sake
Of "end this!" unheeded

For those on American
Where the option to block
An adjacent seat is
Something not to be knocked

I'll bet that you don't
Proffer a Fred Rogers favor
And ask of anyone,
"Won't you be my neighbor?"