Steroids and melatonin, you're fighting my fatigue, <br />don't fret and stop your moaning, I've left behind intrigue. <br />It's nice to set fat feet onto this precious soil <br />in wisdom I retreat, clean blood now on the boil. <br />The customs man he sniffed, for sausages and cheese <br />His supervisor miffed, this way my mate, and 'please'. <br />My pilot friend whose brother checks passengers with skill <br />he'd charge his aging mother, present her with a bill! <br />He laughed at my expression, you had some things to hide <br />perhaps a special session to see just why you lied? <br />I have no hidden treasures, and do obey the rules <br />know all about your measures and stay away from fools. <br />He smiled and said we reckoned that you would be quite clean <br />and when temptation beckoned you never were too keen <br />so welcome back, be happy, and take your cases out <br />I hurried, made it snappy because I knew about <br />the bacons and the mixtures, the wurst and Munich ham <br />I stared at all the fixtures and walked just like a lamb <br />into the balmy weather, taste freedom once again <br />when officer named Heather said are you 14-ten? <br />She handed me my ticket and passport, baggage tags <br />and didn't think me wicked, so now I grabbed my bags <br />went to the members, waiting of my dear family <br />told them about the rating of smuggling victory. <br />Tomorrow I shall wallow at breakfast in my goods <br />and think about how hollow the futile life of hoods.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-back-jack/
