They want to lock up Officer Crespo for 27 years
But is the case as it appears?
I got a letter from the Center for Police Defense.
They claim the accusation makes no sense.
Crespo was called for backup, drug dealers were speeding at night
They pulled over and pointed a gun, wouldn't that give you a fright?
He wanted to make it back to his four kids and wife
He managed to shoot first, killed but saved his life.
The court did not tell the jury about the drug dealer's crime spree.
Reading what he did that night, that doesn't seem fair to me
The guy had just beat up his girlfriend and he was high on a drug.
The car was stolen, the gun illegal, not the type to give a hug.
The letter made another claim: that the D.A. dislikes police
If the letter is correct, this witch-hunt must cease.
Cops don't start a day wishing to kill a man
Life in jail for manslaughter is not part of their plan.
If you get rid of good cops, someone else will fill in
You won't like the new enforcers; results will be grim.
I'm not a blind believer, we should follow every clue
But it's easy to make judgements when the gun doesn't point at you.
Half-baked unwise vouch no words pleasing,
One-- frank, plain-speaking knows no cheating,
Greedless longs for no governing chair,
One-- desire-less aspires no pluming.
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Sanskrit Translation | 22.01.2026 | desire, frank, officer, wants, wise, quatrain
Note: Some quatrains called shlokas in Sanskrit are known as Subhaashhitams, words well-said. This one presents some practical wisdom on half-baked unwise, frank persons, and those desire-less. Transliteration is as under:
na avidagdhah priyam brooyaat,
sphuta-vaktaa na vañchakah |
nih-sprhah na adhikaari syaat,
na a-kaamee mandana priyah || Subhaashhitam ||
A black boy stands in front of a mirror
Practicing how to address an officer
"Yes officer"
I promise I'm good
I won't cause no trouble just because I'm from the hood
I won't make a noise
I won't make a sound
I'll make sure to leave the hood of my hoodie down
No frown on my face
You dont need to tell me I already know my place
You dont need to remind me of my race
"Yes officer"
I am in school
I also have a future I'm looking forward to
No I don't sell drugs
I'm just playing football
And yes I live in this neighbourhood
Black people can be rich too
"Yes officer"
My father is around
Never been to prison but is the mayor of this town
As for my mother she is a lawyer and that makes me proud
We aren't on food stamps
In fact we are the type of people to give back
And yes we can afford to do that
"Yes officer"
I'm black
But that doesn't give you the right to attack
My name is Chikwela poet,
I will speak about Laulent,
Not a Bandari college president,
The security man in the gate.
I like how he invest,
Students to wear their identity,
Seems like they have forgot,
To him I have appreciate.
Since bandari I have start,
Only him he has react,
Even Bacoso how they conduct,
He has fulfil the right.
Students keep it in the pocket,
Not wearing in the neck,
After finishing to be inspected,
Weared only in the test.
In how he have operate,
He have done something different,
Which other couldn't aspect,
Good way he has select.
The life of a fraud officer
For eight years
I worked as a fraud officer
Combating visa and passport fraud
Back when I worked
As a US diplomat.
In Mumbai
There was so much fraud
But we often had no choice
But to hold our noise
And issue visas.
In Spain not as much
But still quite a bit.
I learned the hard way
So many people
Are con men and women.
Lying, cheating
To get what they want.
One learned to not take it personally
Just part of the job
Working in a broken down visa system.
Where if the client has a good lawyer
And the paperwork looked legit
They would prevail.
And so the constant games
The lies and deceit continued
To this day.
I became so cynical
About people
But detecting fraud
Was like playing detective.
Once in a while
We were able to deny
A visa.
When the fraudulent activity
Was too blatant to ignore.
Respected mad
Title : Retiring officer
You are my principal
With principles
You are my teacher
Who never let me deter
You were my peer
Who wanted me to cheer.
I appreciate your honesty
Worthy is your amity.
The aura you carry
Made me very crazy
People like you are rare
As you retire i cannot bare.
Every begin has an end.
Handing over is the trend.
Let us part to meet
Memories will remain sweet.
With love
From
Ketaki
Patankar
When I was a young girl I wanted to find true love, and I thought I knew
what love was.
But soon I would figure out what true love wasn't.
It wasn't the time he took my dog
to the pound and lied telling them he found him roaming on his property, just so he could
get rid of him.
It wasn't the time his jealousy made him
attempt to break me and my fiance apart with
his lies and hurt ego.
It's funny how time teaches you, and how
the mistakes one makes in life actually helps you to eventually see a persons true colors.
It wasn't you, it was me, yes I wanted to go.
I'm glad I was that young girl who got a
second chance to find true love.
I'm forever grateful I was stopped
by a handsome, caring, loving, and honest
officer who gave me advice and my first
ticket for true love.
We have been married for twenty nine years,
and God smiles every time he sees us together.
officer ''hey you''
did you not see the
speed limit sign yes I did~
but did not see you
2023 January 18
Army officer.
His name was Jones, was not Welsh
perhaps his grandfather was
He spoke a peculiar upper-class English
sounded like a monologue directed
at people with low intelligence.
Jones was depressed his career had stalled
usually, a lieutenant was in charge
of a platoon, but he had gotten the order
His wife had a lover he could not divorce her
since she came from a military family
and it would hinder his prospects.
The Argentinians had a machine gun nest
On top of a knoll, stopping them, they had
to take it out.
They had tried to go around but got under
the fire, he had lost two men, took a decision
ran up the hill with his light machine gun
straight at the enemy and cleared the nest.
When the rest of the platoon got up
Jones was dead, but the nest was clear.
Jones was now a hero mentioned in
the dispatches and stories were told
of the dashing officer sacrificing his life
for the war effort on the Falkland
Ps. His wife married her lover.
One thing I know about Gangs:
They have their own cobra's fangs;
Those who've got maturity,
Still threats to security:
Their leaders Good - Bad feeders,
Very few poor mind readers...
Another thing about Gangs
Their angry fists on doors: Bangs!
Every one of them Raw Tout
From a once nice voice Rash shout
Gangs have their own officer
His looks always The Sinister
Yes A Capo: wished Sergeant
Eyes on Rum, not Detergent
Listen, my shipmates and you shall hear
A tale of adventure and a sea career.
I shall never forget that cold clear day
When I left the shore of ‘Gansett Bay.
The sight of my ship was one of joy
As she lay tethered to a mooring buoy
And on her bows her numbers clear
Ever more grand as our boat drew near.
I had barely stowed my gear away
When the boatswain’s pipe began to play.
‘Now go to your stations, the sea detail.’
My ship and I were about to sail.
And so began my maiden trip
In my new home, this long gray ship.
Then later, as a a gunner’s mate
In charge of a five-inch-thirty-eight.
How often we were flung about
In our greyhound out at sea
As our dripping forefoot rose and fell
But nowhere could we flee.
Now three decades worth of sea
Has passed beneath my keel
Not all those years were filled with glee
But most were passed with zeal.
My shipmates - now with Davy Jones
And soon I’ll join that crew,
And we’ll all dance on Fiddler’s Green.
On watch, awaiting you.
Officer Dibble
Always will quibble
Whatever Top Cat does.
But it's Top Cat who gets the buzz.
Top Cat
Whose constant backchat
Makes him look cool.
While Dibble ends up like a fool.
TOP CAT. ( THE BOSS CAT UK, ) Trademark issues.
10 / 9 / 2021.
Frag
The same old feeling
The same old issues
By the same old feeling
Why do you still take it?
I ask myself each day
Better the Satan you know
The **** beasts me
Each and every day
I should’ve been a Marine
Than an army soldier
Day in day out
Same old ing
I think I’ll frag my officer
When we are alone
Out in the bush
Say it was an accident
All the he gave me
Join the army
See the world
That is my world
Tonight I’ll frag him
Then take off cross county
The border is fifty clicks away
Join the cartel
Or go independent
the army
And their rules
Officers and Gentlemen
I think this was the name of the movie I saw a romantic love story
of an officer aspirant and his girlfriend who worked in a factory.
When he passed his exam, he walked into the factory claiming
his trophy.
It was ever so romantic, brought tears to many eyes, it raised
a social class issue here, the movie was made before the woke
mentality and Me-Too took hold.
His friend who also studied to become an officer had a girlfriend
whose dream was marrying an officer.
He was not that keen to be one, broke off the study and told her
they could get married now buy a house and have kids
A sulk walked across the girl’s face, and her dream was crushed
She didn´t love him, but the illusion.
She refused to marry a mere civilian.
Devasted, he understood she had not loved him, her words
of love was fantasy walking down the high-street, arm in arm
With an officer.
The young man felt betrayed and lied to boked into a hotel
got a room and, later that day hung himself.
Officer Farnsworth was our DARE officer;
he came to school and played at recess with children.
He explained it this way to me. Some children are told the police are bad.
If I come to school and play with them, they learn that this is not always the case.
So this is why I do it. He would bring his lunch, and eat with the students also.
I watched him do this for at least ten years; winning them over one at a time.
He is still a police officer, and he is still helping children learn that they can count on him.
It is a lesson I will always remember, and fondly. He is a wise man who won them over.
In later years, when they dealt with him as adults, I am sure it was easier for them
because they saw him as an understanding human being, and a friend.
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