Friday, November 19, 2010

Song for the TSA (From a Disgruntled Passenger)

Accost me
You unaccostable you.
Exhaust me
You inexhaustible you.
Take a look at me
And not the stuff in my case.
It cannot be "racist"
'Cause jihad has no race.
I hate all the stupid groping you do.
Above all, can't see you coping, do you?
Don't be a cranky masher.
Kvetch to Janet, kvetch to Janet, do.
My unaccostable you.

Update: "Give me liberty or give me a grope." I'll take the latter, please.

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