Customs
“Hey man are you a terrorist?
Please let me scan you,
Oh yes take your shoes off
Oops” I looked at your breasts
“That’s ok I’ll be checking
This one for bombs.”
They can’t be real
Can they?
Well they were.
“This one’s safe.”
I tell the others
Not even a hint of a grin
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