by Mary Margaret Park Et. al.
Bad cops Good cops, which do you see?
How can you tell uniforms individually?
Imposters of promise with uniforms on
could be authorities or an illegal
Citizen Kane doesn't know what to say?
How do the innocent tell what's true in the malay?
Or has 1984 come to represent present day?
Citizens count on the purity of organisations
Not on flim flam men posing as such
Not on 'cop shops' posing as public servants
And surely the majority of stations are good?
But what is the 'station' like in your neighbourhood?
Self-righteous, uncaring, or called to God's service?
Whose God are they serving?
Money Gods or honourable purpose?
The world's full of good but of bad thru and thru
What's an innocent citizen supposed to do?
When. local blue forces appear in 'plain clothes' dressed up like Ameren Electric technicians and pose?
What sort of message does that send?
One of accidental oversight or corruption in those we depend?
Hacked phone lines, computers, accounts of all kinds.
Are the 'good' guys actually criminal minds?
Let's hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.
Can't get any help from 'cop shops' that overlook public safety
And what does one do when 'they' can't tell the difference?
Are we all at the 'money God's' mercy or
does HONOUR AND JUSTICE see/sea more clearly?
Upon the plains
are his remains
Cast ashore by evermore
a dunned king's bane
is not a military plane
Blue line ink
a fairy 'tail'
with contracted 'sink'
built in to tell
is a skunk swank
A fool's niche knows
ain't no snitch
but power blues
The people know
are sacred pools
to help 'ones' heal
and folly's gold shines heavenly hell
Fair is the true
A global city
an oddest occurrence
unless of course
its got 'cable' currents
With megapixel 'ayes'
the Baltic regions
know both seasons and 'reasons'
she/he ain't got no bonus's
to commit high treasons
And so it goes
what locals know
every locale known
in every Nation
So fuck your fiction
Have your fun
and tend it well
the innocents' innocence
won't go to hell
especially for some
on accidence on purpose
'it' ain't no spool'
So if you fuck
with elseone's bling
you get to keep that diamond ring
'the tailor's jewel'
has no keys
just humble pi