Had to share this poem that a like minded fellow wrote and shared.....thank you joe ugh....I dreampt I was a bad cop....then I woke up n wrote this: I had a nightmare this morning inside of my own head that was so horrendous I wanted to be dead I was a cruel policeman in this good ol USA abusive of the power I was given one day I beat up on people just bc I could and they all just took it cuz my side was good then one day it happened the roles had reversed and this blessing of a job out of nowhere became my curse the people had decided they said theyd had enough they started pushing back and the road got really rough in the end it was decided that I should pay a price for the crimes I had committed only death would suffice they took me to an alley and beat me like a mule each blow became more painful each kick became more cruel as my breaking point approached I felt no ill towards this mob beating me senseless for abusing this trusted job as I lay there dying someone yelled out THATS ENOUGH then lowered down towards me and said U DONT LOOK SO TOUGH they walked away and left me a sad, beaten regretter and in my final moments Id wished id chosen better ...not here to beat up on cops AT ALL(figuratively or literally) ....theyre human too...but... ...the BAD ones gotta go!!
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 22:40:32 +0000
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