there's a line of people
queued before my counter
(a fortress for me to stand behind)
with their bags and sacks and
other easily carried containers
waiting to pass through
but watch out for the iced tea
the spiced tea, the spiked tea
the wicked tea
and they keep coming
to me, like a flood to the dry land
a rain to the thirsty land
and I keep checking them for
the iced tea
the spiced tea, the spiked tea
the tea, which they are not allowed to possess
or drink
and I'm checking
through the night
...for the dangerous iced tea...