Poem: Customs
It was somewhat of a dare. Or a joke.
Customs
Imaginary lines and protocols,
A stern look under the official cap,
You don't belong on this side.
You take a step back,
A custom officer relaxes enough
And turns his back.
You unzip your pants and aim,
And he shall always remember the stain.
Customs
Imaginary lines and protocols,
A stern look under the official cap,
You don't belong on this side.
You take a step back,
A custom officer relaxes enough
And turns his back.
You unzip your pants and aim,
And he shall always remember the stain.