They get up in the morning, and then far they’ll be soaring,
But first some digits on the titties.
There’ll be friskin’ up above, then these creepy people’ll shove
Hands up girls and nearly get clitty.

And the guys will find a man’s mitt upon their spline,
Their part getting a job nearly today.
Flyers will be quite annoyed because gropers are deployed:
The thugs employed by the TSA.

This gang is taking care of frisknesss: wrenched nay-nays,
Taking care of friskness, members played.
They are taking care of friskness. . .humid climes,
Taking care of friskness and jerkin’ overtime.
Jerk rout.

For your thing agents are fishin’, and they’re on cooze mission—
You can make sounds loud—like bellow.
But that hand is on your spar
And with gals they go too far;
All’d like to punch out their lights. . .don’t feel mellow.

You might like to have some fun, put to agents’ heads a gun
And then frig upon the trigger—just play.
Make ’em stare into the void—trigger finger deployed—
Chamber empty; bladder empties. . .

. . .“Hey!”

And then you waken from your blissness: dream o’day;
Agents rare for friskness: wrench away.
TSAgents scare off business over time.
Agents rare for friskness and working overtime.

Agents rare for that friskness
In every way,
EVERY way.

They get up in the morning, get their fisting fingers warming
For playing with penises and titties.
There’ll be friskin’ up above; seems these creepy people love
To make air travelers feel shitty.

Gals and guys who mine in humid tropical climes
Play their part the legal-assault way.
Flyers will be quite annoyed by these gropers who’re employed
By schmucks in the joyless TSA,

Whose thugs are taking care of frisk wenches’ nay-nays.
Taking care of frisk gents, member-play.
They are taking care of frisk men—pinballs time,
Taking care of frisk trenches, working OB Gyn.

Taking care of friskness. . . .