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Hey everyone, Today's poem is an absurdist, nightmarish stream of consciousness piece that mixes dreams and reality with themes of being trapped, anxiety, and fear of authority. It's called premium economy and you can trade it here. Follow the thread for the poem itself in plain text, and Grok's analysis of it. Hope you like it! https://zora.co/coin/base:0x57267cd0de0324eb22e2f93a1095cb9ea5a0c4ee
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I'm being chased by an air stewardess with a giant serpentine tongue Across the bridge in Indiana Jones and the temple of doom Because I haven't paid for a packed of dry roasted peanuts And a beefeater miniature And just as she traps me against the wall To carve out my heart With two inch crimson red nails Her Ryanair uniform ghastly as it glows in the balmy mid afternoon sun Her tongue edging towards my eyeball Like a harpoon. I wake up sweaty And reach quickly for my chest To feel my heart beating at a thousand miles an hour My lips gummed up My mouth dry (contd)
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An overwhelming desire to puke riding up inside me Disorientated. I grab the arm rest of my seat. And inadvertently someone else's hand who pulls it away with a hey I ignore As I see her coming towards me and freeze A fistful of scratch cards in each hand That same air stewardess Waddling towards me down the aisle. Are you alright she says as she nestles into the air space above my seat To run a fat tongue over dry lips. A look like she wants to devour me. I can hardly breathe. You look like you've seen a ghost.
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The poem is a darkly humorous exploration of anxiety, where the mundane irritations of air travel (in-flight purchases, authority figures) are transformed into a surreal nightmare. The vivid imagery and shifting dream-reality boundary create a disorienting effect, reflecting the speaker’s psychological turmoil. The stewardess, both in dream and reality, embodies the inescapable pressures of modern life, exaggerated into a monstrous caricature. The poem’s humor lies in its absurdity—being chased for peanuts is laughably trivial—yet its visceral imagery and lingering unease suggest deeper fears about judgment, obligation, and loss of control.
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