The T.S.A. is all hands on,
Feeling up passengers for stuff
That could cause boom phenomenon.
Passengers gripe enough's enough!
But while we are more paranoid,
What about not cool T.S.A.?
Who's to know that it can avoid
Hiring a terrorist to prey
Upon the passengers that go
Through his or her station,
Inserting go boom - who's to know?
Something to ponder - what the heck!
The agent wasn't frisking Mom,
But was on her planting a bomb.
Comments about this poem (Frisk Risk by Ima Ryma )
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