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Good Bad Cop

I'm the good bad cop, I'm good at being bad My partner is the bad good cop, he's bad at being good We make a good team, we put a scare into the bad guys Both of us love reading them their rights, stuffed in a squad car, playing the "Bad Boys" theme Get you into the interrogation room, put you inside the Box Just as I'm about to paste you one, my partner intervenes, and says, "You can't do that officer Fox" He's the good cop, who keeps me from breaking bad on you He nicely says he's gonna get you a cup of coffee, then politely steps out of the room Now it's just you and me, Mr. Bad Guy Let me loosen your handcuffs a little bit more What! You're trying to escape, take my gun and head out the door Guess I got to slap you around, pummel you some, put your criminal butt on the ground Looks like you caught a break though, my partner is coming back Lets just say we keep this between you and me, do you need a smoke, are you comfy? I can be a bad cop on a short leash of good behavior, but my good cop partner, I don't think he's gonna be your savior See, when he left the room, he turned off the video recorder Let me get a few good licks in short order It helps me relieve the stress from the job, chasing lightweight punks like you, and the heavy-hitter wise guys from the mob The bad good cop, got a confession sheet he will want you to sign I suggest you better do it, before he changes his mind, and leaves the room again Which will be bad news for you, my criminal friend Can I call you friend? It's all good ... I'm bad just like you Only difference is, I wear the badge, so legally, I get to rub your head on the bottom of my shoe Well, here comes my partner again, ready to do the good cop routine You don't look to happy, am I treating you too mean? The good cop says he has some good and bad news --- the bad news is: your pal, who is part of your crew, flipped on you The good news is: Sign the confession, and get the plea bargain deal first --- it comes with a lower sentence too I love when my bad good cop buddy twists the screw, squeezing the life out of you Me personally, putting my hands on you is what I'd rather do It's all good ... 'cause he's bad just like me We're just two bad apples trying to do good for the community I'm the good bad cop, he's the bad good cop We're both the same, you see Two borderline vigilantes, protected by blue immunity

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Probir Gupta

Date: 1/11/2017 6:23:00 AM

Very nice portrayal of reality ... What a model cop can do ... the system very often labels one bad ... I did have personal experience ... very nice write ...

Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 1/10/2017 10:13:00 PM

My Dad was a cop but on the marine bureau; he was a very good one too. His job was stressful but I'm sure not as stressful as the cops on the streets and what they have to deal with…I think some are bad, but then I think the good cops outweigh the bad cops. Intense but well written Freddie! P & L~Che

Cheryl Hoffman
Date: 1/11/2017 9:10:00 AM

What I'm afraid of is American becoming like a fascist police country one day; sorry about your bad experience with cops btw Freddie; I know some can play the good cop/bad cop role at times! P & L~Che

Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 1/10/2017 10:33:00 PM

Ty Cheryl for your personal insight. I know that the majority of cops are decent. But they have a system that's been perfected to getting crime cases solved. The Good cop/Bad cop is a proven winner to getting confessions. That's what I was trying to illustrate in this poem. Love you and God bless you.

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 1/10/2017 9:38:00 PM

What you said makes perfect sense Chris. That is the effect I wanted the poem to give the reader, a sense of unease. When you're hemmed up in that interrogation room, those two police officers will play your fears off one another, keep you off balance. That is reality, I know, because I experienced it. I might post my poem "Five Year Bit" one day. Ty for your great support, Chris. Much love to you from me.

Chris Green

Date: 1/10/2017 11:46:00 AM

This was fun and not so much Freddie. This happens I'm sure and maybe some deserve it, but I'm sure just as many don't. Nicely written and very realistic in a un kind of way, but it created a knot in my stomach. A very tense/light hearted poem, if that makes any sense.