This

 

Al  Qaeda

 

I am Al Qaeda

metal scanners are my foes; my friends

the scanner rubs me up and down                                           

it makes a sound

I take off my metallic belt willingly.

 

Your scanner rubs me up and down and rubs me up and down again

this time it I my metallic bra

please help me und the clasp

your scanner makes a sound

it is the metal in my garters

your scanner begins to bulge.

 

You take me to a room

your scanner beeps and beeps and beeps.

 

 

Previously published in Kwani? 4, in 2006