Poetry Police

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(Liberty 5 (senses))
‘What seems to be the problem?’
Please Officer, put me in my place.
Tear me a new one.
Slam me up against your car.
Cut me down to size.
‘Whoa, whoa, whoa!’
'I ain’t no sadist.’
‘Now, have you actually done anything wrong?’
Of course I have!
I didn’t play well with others,
And now I’m black-listed.
‘That’s not a crime.’
Well it ought to be.
‘Besides, ‘black-listed’ is a bit dramatic, don’t you think?’
‘Mayhap they just aren’t paying you any mind,’
‘Mind you, on account of them not caring.’
‘We are all selfish by nature, after all.’

Well I’ll show them!
I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeves.
I just have to try harder.
(reaches into his jacket pocket)
‘What have you got there?’
Dangerous Ideas, Officer.
‘Spread ‘em!’
Oh I intend to.
‘On the ground! Now!’
Now we’re talking.
Treat me like the scum I am.
Spit on my work.
‘That’s enough.’
‘I’m charging you with possession.’
Angel or Demon, Officer?
‘Don’t get smart with me.’
‘You’ll be going away for a long time.’
‘Just let this be a lesson to you.’
‘You play by the rules or you fade into oblivion.’

11/24/18