Remember To Phone the Police

For weeks Bruce wresting with the intent And right now wants to unveil content! A right palm packing pressures round steel, Watching eyes Death sight and owners feel: For whom it's meant his best: speeding heels As no single wounds from it heals Onlookers to open banks of tears The moment the thing lands: what heart fears... Still a fact: if cops appear Bruce off And wherever he his will not cough... And remember to phone the police To something stop from going amiss.