TSA,
What can I say?
Queuing like cattle
Ruing the day
I stand here
I’m whistling
Defiant in joy
This process I won’t
Let my sparkle destroy
Absurd and iconic
Systemic compliance
My smile is ironic
But just gets ignored.
Noone can defend
Stolen borderland
Like the TSA –
With obsessive
Compulsive
Profiteering,
Millions screened every day.
But look, it creates jobs
Through three separate
Securities I slog
The gates, guards, and guns
Uniforms sat, fat, and numbed.
Still get away scot-free
With a chocolate bar theft
My small pathetic rebellion
Sparkles all I’ve got left
And now a sweet wicked grin…
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Joe Blogs, May 2023
(image by Jim’ll Paint It)