I hear the alram sound as I walk through Beep, Beep, Beep... I toss my keys into a round silver bowl As the security guard stares down his pointed nose I walk through again relaxed and at ease But still the alarm sounds back LOUD and Harshly at me BEEP!!! Beep, Beep... Calmly I part with my jewelry Walk through once more, and silence is heard Security hands me my purse "Don't I get a thank you...Mike? Isn't that your name? Mic, Mic check, Mike you checked my purse my pockets, I even let you pat up and down my legs. Mike, as history tells the story to me, your ancestors brought terrorism to this country? Correct? Can I get a Mic check? Mike checked me, and that's cool, I'll do what I gotta do, but Mike is a pocket checking fool, he checks me...yes you Mike, but passes up the murderers with gray suites, matching ties, light brown to blonde hair with blues eyes, while metal detectors I repeat through....tell me Mike, Mic check, checking not 1, but 2, Mike...who checks you?