I cross my legs too narrow

The comfort-constricting sissy TV camera takes note

If 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 flag

The red surrenders to white. 

I now see the obsolescence

Faulty cameras only record in black and white. 

No longer under jurisdiction 

Gay and free from oppressive gaze

Garish rainbow garments worn with pride.