Once You Learn To Spot A Bag Pilot

See that thing

You can’t unsee.

Wherever you look,

There it be.

Occasionally wishing you

Did not see it.

That’d be freedom!

To not see them.

And not be one…

The flashes fade.

If you behave…

Keep your blinds drawn.

With what you sawn.

Sure don’t belong.

On your front lawn.

Better not project it.