I cross my legs too narrowThe comfort-constricting sissy TV camera takes noteIf you have nothing to hide you have nothing to fear.Wrong. I squeeze into the blindspot when I expand into more space Baggy maroon shirt, billowing from a thin frame. The systems are alerted;Red fag, red flagThe red surrenders to white. I now see the obsolescenceFaulty cameras only record in black and white. No longer under jurisdiction Gay and free from oppressive gaze Garish rainbow garments worn with pride.