-watching the airplanes come and go-

I went to the airport

to take off my shoes

to take off my socks.
they passed a beeping wand
upward then downward
across the opening between
the legs of my pants then squeezed

the material at the buttocks

like a bathtub ducky.

no squeaks.

no findings.

they opened my mouth

and poked-around

with the implement

of their fingers
draped in surgical gloves.

they mussed-up my hair

then spread my whatchamacallit

looking deeply into the dark situation.

now,—  some of you

may have moved-on from

Osama bin Laden.

but he still pisses me off.