Cop

poetry

And he was lurking around every corner
that bastard cop that has it in for me
But he never seems to pull me over
just smiles and waves as I cruse by
at a steady 83

I’ve burned a lot of gasoline
hoping to avoid the man
but all in all he doesn’t seem
to give a good god damn

So I wonder if I’m running
from a self-conceived behavior
or if he really is gunning for me:
just too busy reading the paper.

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