Executive Privilege Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Executive Privilege



Am I really the one you wish to touch and frisk?
As if to do it,
Will rejuvenate a youthfulness missed.

'Silence!
I am a professional.'

You may become addicted,
To then put your search at a serious risk.
And I will be the first you arrest,
For soliciting frisking!
And stalking 'you' just to do this.

'Silence!
I am a professional.'

Am I really the one you wish to touch and frisk?
As if to do it,
Will rejuvenate a youthfulness missed.

If I were you,
I'd be careful how you do it.
Since I am innocent of implications.
And that I can prove.

But a frisking done might satisfy...
My need to have more of your hands applied.
Since you are the first to thoroughly search.

'This is serious business.
Stop giggling.'

I can't.
Not with your hands where they are in my pants!

'I am seeking something you may have concealed.
I told you I was professional.
And 'that' is real.

Ooo...oh!
Isn't it apparent,
The only weapon I have has been revealed!

'You are a pervert! '

And you seem to enjoy my perversity!
With a fondling done that has ended on your knees.

'You have been cleared!
I can't find anything suspicious here! '

You are the liar!
You female cops like to set pants on fire!
As if to do this is an executive privilege.

'You are free to go.'

Where?

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