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The Under Cover Cop

He is a special breed, for a special deed You would never know by the way that he looks He has nerves of steel. heart becomes cold But his goal is a special deed A renegade, can't always do it by the book' His life is always on hold He dress he dresses like a out law, still inside the law He has to blend in and not be found out No matter what kind of crime, he has to talk the talk Make them think that he is out law No room for any doubt He is dead if he can't walk the walk Gets down in their cesspool Smells the same smell that they do Walking a tight rope all the time No room for any kind of fool Not the regular man in blue But he knows how to get the slime The thing that they hate the most is a :snitch" If found out he could get blown away In my book they are the cream of the crop He loves to tell a criminal in cuffs,"Yeah life is a b...tch You could not get me to do that on his pay Thank God for the under cover cop

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 5/30/2010 6:25:00 AM
This poem touches on the sense of smell and sight. The message is very potent. Our society is still surviving. Great job and keep writing. Joseph
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Date: 5/30/2010 6:03:00 AM
Nicely pinned, a wild and True imagination on your undercover cop. Nice rhyme and flow, enjoyed have a nice one,..p.d.
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