85. I jump out of a plane

I am going to jump out of a perfectly good airplane tomorrow. Because my father tells me to.

Tomorrow when I jump out of a plane

I really hope my pants stay nice and dry.

But why would I do something so insane?

Why test the rule that humans cannot fly?

I do not even like to be too high

'less walls or windows guard me from the drop.

But acquiesce I must, with martyred sigh,

to do this with my brother and my pop.

He's reached his platinum year, come out on top

and chosen to commemorate it thus.

So how could I, the eldest of his crop,

do aught but parachute without a fuss?

I wonder: will this cure my fear of heights,

Or just increase my altitude-based frights?