Imagine 1800 pound Clydesdale horses . . .
in the downtown and neighborhoods . . . a vision come true
from farmers fields and barns to city streets
chosen for strength, intelligence and calmness
approachable, highly trained
four legs and a saddle . . . beautiful
When my boys were ten or so
on a fishing trip we did go
In my rough old ute through a city street
Roadworthy standards it probably did not meet
Suddenly behind us a flashing blue light
Bloody cops they always cause a fright
I pull over my two boys are on the floor
these cops approach the drivers door
Thoughts are forming how can I divert their attention
pretend I,m lost they pullout their street map direction
Once again we're on our way
My diversion's worked no traffic fines today
Next day before the sun has risen
catch some fish that is what we envision
Finally rays of sunlight filters through
The creek has dried up, no water is in view
It's rare I see my fifty year old boys today, I wish
Once again together we could go and fish
Footnote: I go back forty years . I wonder do they still make street directories
Three girls who drank from grey troughs
cried hard and rasped with loud coughs.
Cold cops raced to swoop
The girls took a poop
On top of their heads with scoffs.
COPS OF THE WORLD BOYS
COUNTRIES TO TRUMP ARE JUST TOYS
INVADE AND MAKE NOISE
Verse 1
You came as frost on sleep
deprived vein,
Rendered flight,delivered chains,
Flattered big time in voice of lies,
Stole the dawn from my very eyes
Chorus (of the victims of drugs)
Here lies your defeat,(cold) and still,
Drugs break the body,not the will
Your drug dens end where Truth takes seat-
Cocaine-here lies your defeat
Verse 2
You breathed lust in a saint's disguise,
Fed on the girl's Tears,the boy's Demise.
And the timid you tortured to weep,
Now they awake from your deceitful sleep
Chorus (of the victims of drugs)
Here lies your defeat (cold) and still,
Drugs break the body,not the will
Your drug dens end where Truth takes seat-
Cocaine-here lies your defeat
Bridge
Rise from ash,from bone,from blight,
I drink the stars,I own the night.
Your voice dissolves beneath my feet,
Your reign of hollow ends complete.
Final Chorus (The Outro)
Here lies your defeat (grim ) and still
Drugs brake the body, not the will
Your drugs dens end where Truth takes seat-
Cocaine-here lies your defeat
At an open poetry reading in Monterey,
another poet got on stage and said he had nothing to say.
And that made the audience go ballistic,
and some got so pissed, they even got pugilistic ~
till the authorities came ~ and took all our poetry away.
Leaving your family at home,
Having no sleep…. you roam!
Know your speed and signs;
Invaluable are people’s spines!
Be attentive at turns and stops;
Avoid needless entry of cops!
What am I doing? This
Isn't me. I'm watching myself
Commit the unthinkable in
The name of duty and
I hate it.
Everyone is heralding me
A hero
When I only feel like the villain
Who actually wins. This isn't
Me.
When they said 'protect and serve'
I never knew that came with
Hands stained red. I fail to see
The honor in taking the lives of others.
This isn't me.
How can I live with myself? I
Toss and turn as the ghosts
Of my misdeeds choke the life
I have left. This isn't me.
It can't be.
Script
Zoom zoom goes the car with drug dealers
Being chased by the cops in a spotted deal
The exchange was spotted by the police
Who gave chase six shooters drawn
Firing at the fleeing BMW that sped away
Bullets zinged into it others were fired back
It was a right cowboys and Indians time
Just like a movie film with John Wayne
Who will win the cops or dealers?
It’s just like a films script but real
Sam and Twitch, two partner cops
bust the bad guys in the chops
they found corruption
and much disruption
in the NYPD shops
Sam was big, and loud, and gruff
with criminals, he was rough
tendency to curse
sometimes even worse
he’s the first to call a bluff
Where Sam was brawn, Twitch was smart
Angles were his state-of-art
twin pistols twirling
steady aim sterling
simple logic off-the-chart
With Al, confronted evil
sometimes causing upheaval
finding rotten cops
pulling out the stops
integrity retrieval
Their story stops in interrupt
as sales were not up to snuff
sadly the tale ends
without fair amends
their end was much too abrupt.
That’s’ what they do in Theo’s lodge:
All sorts of wrong papers forge;
There every nosing cop dodge,
Who’d rogues from hideouts disgorge…
In Theo’s lodge would hoodlums surge,
Sweet crime at all times their urge;
There, new forms of it emerge;
When ‘This Sin and 'That' they merge…
So, from Theo’s lodge start Crime Purge:
From the Brown Brick ‘Hoodlums’ scourge
A crushing band’s rudest nudge
And just watch all of them budge,
Who Nation’s currency mar,
Factory face change of a car…
With all sorts of wrongs go far!
Let Hans start reading some book:
Let him not this overlook
Or it shall him later hook
In a school they don't scores cook,
Her exit door for the crook
And who thinks he can rook...
Let him now try his textbook,
Who never his meals forsook
And sweet snacks made sure he took,
Who'd not turned-off radio brook,
For shows and concerts long look;
At Alpha Grades hungry look!
Jonah was rashly curious
And it became injurious:
Unannounced slap and hard kick
And it earned him wounds to lick...
A crude one on his tummy
And an adult yelled "Mummy!"
The song in his ears "leave now
Or else you're a finished cow
Already, a bleeding brow
Some arrow to leave a bow
He'd seen they were robbing Jim
With screwed up eyes he'd made dim
Appearance of cops not slim
Like Gangs cup filled to the brim
Nothing now but " Run for it! "
But one could see The Not Fi
He’s got a dirt bunker in the back yard he says.
Why? I ask.
To hide from the cops.
And the FBI another kid says.
They surely are full of sassy stories in this trailer park.
Meant enquires consequent
On ken Sampson The Eloquent
Wishing now to himself acquaint
With the conflicts that were frequent,
Where his people are domiciled,
Currently to odds reconciled,
So that he might about them speak
And The Still-Kept Hidden leak…
In the darkest drain slain body,
Not long traced to B Goodie
By some folks loved for being civil
But by their Union ruled ‘Evil’:
To all Good Remarks had sniveled
And on Grave Issues had driveled
Some see A Demon just vanquished
He wouldn’t have Swipes relinquished
Goodie’s killer is distinguished:
Has Satan’s Fire extinguished!...
Ken has The Final Picture grabbed
Slain Goodie was tortured, first nabbed!
Ken would treat not ‘Emergency
From Juvenile’s Delinquency:
This is about Unsafe District;
Every cop to wear a face strict…
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