Hocus Pocus

Hocus Pocus, Balderdash, Newspapers print horror and trash. Oligarchs hungry for extra cash, To add to their enormous stash. Nervous police officers feel the heat, When they caution terrorists in the street, They no longer walk the beat, They have cars with safety seats. Police cars drive around at night, Warning louts that curse and fight, Often these thugs take flight Making the cops chase them with all their might. Sadly the world needs cops. We will need them until the crime rate stops. When you see someone coming, a cropper Phone the station, and they will send a copper.