The Gropes Of Wrath Poem by John F. McCullagh

The old lady at the terminal
had seen this show before.
Travellers removing shoes
but the TSA wants more.

Full body X-ray scans
that reveal you in the nude.
Refusal gives them cause to grope,
with hands and manners rude.

Some incontinent old lady
had had her diaper snatched.
A Veteran with a metal leg
had it forcibly detached.

Our heroine was quite nonplussed
when the matron grabbed her bra
but when she groped for Venus' mons
she felt they'd gone too far.

She reached a gave the matron's breast
a firm and gentle twist.
Twas nothing much compared to what
she'd suffered before this.

Our traveller rests in jail tonight,
uncertain of her fate.
Zero tolerance for amateurs
from those thugs that man the gate.