Under Interrogation Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I'm without a nuke to send!
Will it be rumored I have one hidden?
Beneath a chair...
Where I sit in the den?
Will a stockpile be found,
Under my bed where I sleep sound?
Will I awaken to discover,
My home has been impound?
And I watch the news to learn...
I'm living a secret life underground?

Will my neighbors I've known for years,
Suspect me of being a terrorist...
To incite more of their fears?
Because one day I decide,
To have a drink of vodka with a lemon twist?
Instead of a cold beer that is near.

Oh my...
Oh dear!
What have we here?

If I should bump my toe,
And begin to walk with a limp.
Will I be arrested...
Because I carry a scent of liniment?
And gossip begins to start,
I'm using a ton of it to pay my rent!

Will I find my face,
On the front page in newsprint?
Because I happen to be in a good mood one day...
And felt a smile I gave and meant!
But confessed,
Under interrogation...
My happiness was a cover,
To spread evil intent!
Since I was followed and spied upon.
And not a hint of a grin to me was sent!

Oh my...
Oh dear!
What have we here?
Should I hide my peace of mind?
And pretend I seek,
A life that reeks of embellished crime?