Probably everyone has heard of flight attendant Steven Slater, by now.
But in case you haven't:
He has now been made immortal through song by a nascent Dylan of our times.
I am sure we can all identify with the theme.
there comes a point in every man's life
when he's just had enough
we do our best to be polite
to keep it bottled up
but the stage is set for the rage to get out of control
the hate debris and the indignities burn in the soul
pile up and take their fucking toll
F--- you! F--- all of you!
I'm f------ through with this!
I'VE HAD IT!
I've been doing this
for 28 f------ years
and I can't take it anymore.
And for the f----- a-----who told me to f--- off:
f--- you! That's it! I'm done!
F--- you all
steven slater jetblue 1052
pittsburgh to JFK
some asshole told him to fuck off
and that just made his day
he commandeered and grabbed a beer and spoke his mind
he flipped the latch and out the hatch and down the slide
and he drove home to sleep by his boyfriends side
for 28 years steven slater did his job
would you like a drink, tray tables up, please prepare for take off
everyday in a million ways he was subjected to the worst
kind of impotent rage like a bubble about to burst
the executives with their bottom line, how they screw screw screw
and the bureaucrats that've got us all taking off our shoes
they're safe somewhere out of the glare of the pissed of huddled mass
that steven slater faced everyday taking it all up the ass
steve slater i wrote this song for you
because you said what we've been dying to say
i'm sick of feeling powerless
to affect any kind of meaningful change
if you inspire other tired folks to stand strong
your small act will attract an albums worth of songs
i'll sing your words and i hope you sing along