I Am A Straw Part 8 Poem by Mason Maestro

Aboard the plane with Daisy on the dashboard
The stage is set to mobilize my discord
Taxiing up the run-way once out of the gate
I turned towards the rear to face my invaluable freight
On a long steel skid they're all piled up in stacks
They're all submerged into fear and far from relaxed
With a loud enough voice to overcome engine noise
I addressed my recruits with an authoritative poise

'Take heed my fellow seed, there's no need to distress
I am your deliverer, sewer, and the one who will bless
Your future holds more than you can remotely assume
beyond some sipping straw slave as a tool to consume
There's no rhyme nor reason being tied in your noose
So don't give up your life for some poor old excuse.'
At this, I set out the new doctrinal articles of wheat law
and they each took the oath of allegiance to straw

'With the closure of this system built on lies and fallacy
I hereby induct you to a new perennial legacy.'
At that moment with the plane reaching 3000 feet
A sudden shift caused me to fall off the pilot's seat
I landed on my master's dog and spooked him to fright
It jumped up with a bolt causing day flares to ignite
Fireworks screamed all around as the pilot replied in terror
The aircraft took a dive just as he realized his error

Flames engulfed the freight and the hemp sacks burnt away
He immediately scrambled for control with a clumsy display
Tripping over the frantic dog, he hit the cargo console panel
The cargo hatch opened and the fastened load dismantled
Forcing winds doused the flames and we all threshed all about
And in a fantastic array of fate, the entire load slipped out
For another magical moment Daisy and I continued our dance
Time stood still as we shared such entrancing romance
Just as the pilot regained control, we flew out and joined the rest
We held each other tight in clear sky and drifted to the west