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.
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