nothing to declare
there ain't no contraband on me
i'm clean i'm pure
and what is more
there's nothing here to see
move along now
please stop staring
hurry up for i am bearing
nothing that is your concern
nothing here for you to learn
easy aching try tomorrow
lift the lid on all the sorrow
all the hurt and all the pain
then i'll put it back again
crazy customs
weird borders
i was only taking orders
there was nothing really there
nothing, nothing to declare
Little Flower Book by Wayne Myers