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Before Boarding
Thanks to the "Shoe Bomber," Richard Reed, All of us who choose to fly Must subject ourselves to Big Brother's scrutinizing eye,
Pass through his fires, with "flying colors," Or suffer the consequences of the Surveillance Police, Those sinister zombies in the TSA uniforms,
Who enforce the laws and protocols of the nation's airports, Keeping our citizens exempt from the enemy (Within or without — undefined), safe at any cost.
But to make it past Scylla and Charybdis, First we need to proceed with extreme anxiety and caution, Bare our feet, to prove we're not packing weapons,
Divest ourselves of possessions that might stir suspicion Behind those sinister irradiating eyes, Which can look through opaque matter of all manner,
Detect anything approximating explosive devices, guns, Electric shavers, cigar punches, laptop computers, Belt buckles, pocket change, keys, extramarital lusts.
Then, stripped of all items sensitive to the sensors, We step through the sensitized uprights, To freedom or further scrutinization, with the wands.
During this boarding process (ritual or ordeal — ambiguous), We question, briefly, our dignity, invasion of privacy, The ramifications of dehumanization, disenfranchisement,
The fragility of personal freedom in a democratic society, In which the herd mentality must be assumed, For the ultimate good of its bovids and bovines.
Once we've mastered the unnerving, angst-complicated labyrinth, Arrive, exonerated, on the unfelonious side of the law, Step back into our shoes, sandals, boots,
Account for and reposition our portmanteaus, clothing, identities, We wait for that all-is-well feeling of wholeness to descend. Gradually, it catches back up with us, accompanies us to our gates.
Soon, having all but forgotten the de rigueur humiliations, We'll be soaring toward our destinations, With mere acts of God and natural disasters to pray away.
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