Whirling lights of red and blue
Pull over driver
Speeds the cause
Or maybe randomness
Do you have a reason?
Blow in here
That may be the question
In the end it's a service
A community's conciseness exercised
Yet we still bear the brunt
We get the complaints
And the revenues, it's not our own
Governments the winner were the losers
Hated by some, feared by others
Fear of authority
Fear of being caught
Still at night we go home to friends and family
They never remember we have lives too
It's almost like that Gilbert and Sullivan song
"A Policeman's lot is not a happy one. Happy one."
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Poems in the Dark
PoetryShort exploratory poetry.. and some fun. Feelings, Questions. Statements. NOW Includes A new form of poetry I spend hours and days designing and developing. I call it "Twiin Poetry" or a "Twiin Poem" Its two poems that can be read a...
