Drunken Cop

I turned to the bottle because I'm a Cop. I was a good Policeman but it had to stop. I couldn't stand the crime and violence anymore. It got to be something that I could not ignore. A six year old kid was killed in the cross fire when a gang decided to attack. I had to explain to his parents that their son got a big hole blown in his back. I saw so many deaths that it became hard to even keep my meals down. I could no longer tolerate the violence in this crime infested town. I couldn't continue being a Cop, it was something I couldn't take. It bothered me so much that every day my hands would shake. My career as a Police Officer came to an end. And sadly, the bottle became my best friend. As I sit alone in this bar, the bartender is pouring me drinks. Please don't be a Police Officer in this town, it really stinks. (This is a fictional poem)