I wrote this poem years ago after flying to my nephew’s wedding and the TSA unwrapped the framed wedding poem gift — an unexpected gift from them. My suitcase also contained a huge bag of my homemade 30-ingredient artisanal granola, which legitimately has enough sublime qualities to trigger dullards most anywhere…
The Tin Soldiers of The TSA
Feeling me
Threatened
The tin soldiers
Of the TSA
Rifle threw
My baggage
Only too fine
A present unopened
Only to be
Left
A bad wrap
So so right
Unlike a poem
Or triggered bye
Artisanal granola
Perhaps containing
Won too many
Ingredients sublime
Never see fore
NOTE: This poem is from my “Lost Poems” collection, old poems that I misplaced and had never published online.
