Standing at the Walk-thru
Big and tall
Left hand held out
For a boarding pass from all
Two quick flashes
From my light of blue
With question mark faces
They simply walked through
All were fine
Until that sad day
I got busted
In the wrong kind of way
Reportedly using a stroke
That surely wasn’t mine
I would never infringe upon another screener mark
He also would be so kind
Yet, bulb beaming
And battery strong
I was told by the suits
To leave my blue light home
My light is out
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