The TSA
The TSA confiscated my hand cream
and wanded me where the sun don’t shine.
They sure do make a unique team
stealing dignity that’s mine.
I set off the metal detector
and one of them pounced on me and knocked me down.
And he’s supposed to be a protector
of our freedom. What a clown!
I told him he was breaking the law,
and asked to speak to his supervisor.
That’s a big flaw
in the TSA. And people are none the wiser!
They swabbed my hands. They x-rayed my coffee cup.
They strip-searched me in a little room.
They wanted to make sure nothing was up,
that nothing on the plane would go “Boom!”
They confiscated my shampoo.
They took away my nail file.
They said even the flight crew
can’t have those things, and it’s been a while.
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