Please...Not Again. - Poem by Craig Anderson
Here we go again on a Monday too
Doing forty miles an hour maybe forty two.
I'm always a careful driver where did he come from?
"Morning sir. L.A.P.D Nice BMW. Hell, you were going like a bomb."
"Officer I was doing forty, maybe forty two I was doing the same
As all three lanes about three hundred folks, and you."
"Well it just isn't your lucky day boy no matter what your speed
Surprises me you knew how fast, does that mean you can read? "
I gripped the wheel tighter I could hear the leather squeak
"Do you mind if I look inside your trunk so I can take a peek? "
Hot wire coursing through my veins I gently turned the key.
"You going somewhere special boy or just cruising round the streets? "
"I was trying to get myself to work, I'll probably be late."
"Then you'd better call your boss right now you'll be in PRECINCT 968."
"Can I ask why I'm being arrested? Why I've been singled out alone? "
"I don't know yet. I haven't thought. I'll let you know fore noon."
Whilst looking at my license. "Any weapons Com-Leroy-Bold
You n****** got some funny names! " It's then my blood ran cold.
"I've got a Heckler and Koch in the glove box, and a shopping list on the seat, are you a real law enforcer or some joker off the street? "
"Well your days may well be numbered, I'm sick and tired of this s***.
You see my name is not Com Leroy Bold that's the title that befits.
So don't get flushed with anger you've already got that hate
because I'm on my way to work just now and it's terrible that I'm late.
Because I'm COMMANDER-Leroy-Bold your new boss at 9-6-8! "
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