Gettin’ Frisky

Welcome to airport security

Where we protect your flight

From older moms with manicure kits

And from folks who are being too white.

Our job is to look through your undies

To find the board game that you packed

Because some guy before you were born

Didn’t get good intel on Iraq.

We’ll never be happy to see you

And we’ll make sure you feel the same way.

Now go to your flight that was cancelled

And let us get on with our day.

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