My Light Is Out (A Screener's Lament) Poem by Murphy Payne

Standing at the Walk-thru
Big and tall
Left hand held out
For a boarding pass from all

Two quick flashes
From my light of blue
With question mark faces
They simply walked through

All were fine
Until that sad day
I got busted
In the wrong kind of way

Reportedly using a stroke
That surely wasn’t mine
I would never infringe upon another screener mark
He also would be so kind

Yet, bulb beaming
And battery strong
I was told by the suits
To leave my blue light home

My light is out