Flashing Lights Behind
Flashing Lights Behind
By Elton Camp
There is a certain sinking feeling
When with a cop you’ll be dealing
Since whether you are guilty or not
You are about to be put on the spot
What claim does he intend to make?
Perhaps you did make some mistake
Or behind a sign his cruiser he set
He hasn’t got his ticket quota yet
Dozens of speeders now pass you by,
But to stop them he doesn’t even try
It’s over to the shoulder and to a stop
And up stalks the obese, grinning cop
“You must not know the limit here.
That you were two miles over, I fear.
A safety lesson you now need to learn
And credit on my record I need to earn.”
The best thing is tightly close your yap,
And wish Zsa Zsa was around to slap
What you say will get a smirky reply
So it’s best that you don’t even try
To get a better job the cop wasn’t able
And may well be a man who’s unstable
That such as he are allowed a gun to tote
Should make a big lump in your throat
Besides, it the absolute truth you will tell
You’ve been speeding other times as well
Only this time you happened to get caught
So just accept the ticket and say naught
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