Why did I join the police
in the first place you ask,
my inquisitive guest or family friend,
over dinner or
a beer but
most times justmostly with
speeding ticket in hand and a blush to your cheeks.
I understand why you ask, I say, as I take the ticket from your hand,
It's your own fault
really, don't you know the rules?
The law tells you
what to do in six foot
high signs
with numbers to match the ones in front of your eyes
but we don't say that
do we, I mustn't be rude.
one thing I don't follow in this verse is that the answer doesn't relate to the question asked but seems to relate to a different one.
Why did I join
the police, all those years ago?
Was it to help people get over their darkest fears?
What did I think about keeping the peace?
When did I realise how hated I was
For giving decent people tickets like this.
So I read over the ticket and make a pronouncement,
it's not really my area
you see but I will say
if you're not happy you can make a complaint, or challenge the officer
in a court of law,
but I don't want that to happen,
because I'm not on your side.
Why did I join
the police, what were my thoughts?
There must have been something to send me that way,
So I think long and hard, because you really want to know
...try to avoid cliches like "long and hard"
And I say it out loud, for the first time in public
It's because I hate people: especially you.
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