Because I could not wait to jet set
I left my intellect behind
Amazed by the weight of this thing 
To buoyant through the air 
Because you did not send me the memo 
I took it the seats were meant to rock
Then you took off without warning
And jerked me so hard 
My head spun out of control 
The plane crashed on take off 
Three passengers and you, the pilot 
And only myself, the sole casualty
Because you did not let me buckle up 
Because I could not stop to assess 
The injuries I sustained, the wreck 
And those trapped inside and call for Mayday 
After all, I was the only novice there 
Because I could not stop to weep
For there wasn't much to wail about 
Except for flamboyance quickly turning to sullenness 
So I simply turned my back and limped away                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    