travel

Haiku #87781

Tourists wait in lines
to enter Machu Picchu,
forming a high queue.

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Space Invader

You are nothing but a
space invader,
legroom raider,
armrest encroacher
comfort poacher.

Don’t you know you
steal my sleep,
rustle my sheep,
ransack my rest,
make me stressed?

You may find I accidentally
block your way,
knock your tray,
spill your gin,
kick your shin.

Why don’t you simply
disappear,
get outta here,
off and slope,
dis-interlope?