At the Courthouse

Remove your watch; take off your belt
And place them in this bin.
Your pockets must be empty
Or we will not let you in.

Then walk through slowly, just in case
There’s metal to detect.
If buzzers sound, security
Will have to then inspect.

The line is long, the day is cold
And so we have to wait,
Though no one there is thrilled one bit
About this courthouse date.

We inch along, then make it through
So coffee’s what I need.
Alas, there’s none inside
And I am frustrated, indeed.

‘Cause there’s no way in hell that I’ll
Repeat that check-in scene.
I’ll have to get through jury duty
Minus my caffeine.