Trivialinomics

Attending a conference, suffocated by a suit,

The drone goes on and on;

So, to stay awake, I draw an eagle on the chair

(Well, not exactly an eagle, you know)

As the tip of my pen finishes on its tail

I admire this eagle

So, I draw air into my lungs,

blow life into it

But my eagle disappoints.

For the next 30 minutes I whisper to my eagle,

"Sweet eagle, rise! rise please!"

But he doesn't (Such is the folly of being a creator)

Then I tear up the conference paper

And set out to create a plane

With my bare hands!

I whisper to it,

"My dreamliner, off we go, up, up"

Then I swish it away

Off it goes, up it goes

Lands on the nose of the Convenor

My dreamliner nosedives

And plunges into the Atlantic!

I am all tears.

"Oh, my dreamliner, this is so titanic!"

I remove my handkerchief

Blow off my nose.

Seated with a psychiatrist

I laugh inwardly.

That is my world.

My sane world.

In your world, your eagle can't be painted

Because the whir of your engines scare them.

Hardly surprising for your lot, the artistic lot.