Meat at the Airport

Breaching the barrier

inside the airport makes me go “whoo!”

“That body scanner was lit,” he cheered.

It scanned the piece of meat between his legs.

Go down, he thought to himself. The meat was bone dry.

“I don’t know, can you?”

He went down, on a herd of goats.

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