Notes About The Poem

"The greatest relief in life is to be known and still be liked. But until then, we all act like customs officers of our own identity." - Stephen Fry

“People's hands go all over your body, up your trousers, down your top… it's the most action I've had in months.” - Benedict Cumberbatch on red carpet security

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A Sam Scott poem:
12th July 2025
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Rummaged

Rummage
If you must.
My presence here
Is based on trust

So dressed am I
In Summer svelte
Yet you're to check
My trousers belt;

I'm scanned 
As if each cell is rogue
So scrutinised
Despite en vogue

I understand 
Away from home
You check my
Hydrocortisone;

The lotion for
My perfect tan
Or salve for lips
To kiss this man

Accept, do I
My gooey three
Could form a plan
For bomb plot spree

A victim
Of mis-communication 
Disturbing transport's
Destination 

Ungroomed
Is how my luggage ends
While protection 
Of the sky depends

On just this task 
For safety's sake
More pleasant if
A smile you'd break

Your focus can't be
All on me
Perhaps you're  wondering
"What's for tea?"..

Or hoping soon
To get away
To pack for your own
Holiday

So here's my wish
For you to find
Credentials
Of a different kind

As poke and prod
Display and sort
Where discretion is
A last resort 

So one day you may 
Understand 
In travel 
To another land

Exposure
To some inner delving
Though required, it may be
Disconcerting

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