Poetry

Wednesday, 4 November 2026

Policeman

 If I were a policeman

In the beginning they made me study maths

bronze my skin and put make up on my face

all i wan to do is get stage

If I were a policeman

I'd Bang you all to rights


I was looking for a job

and now I've got one

 I'm so miserable

We know don't go

anywhere you want

you don't want to go

Stop going to the places

You don't want to go

You might like it it if try it

But you don't want to

Everyone who lived my life

Would be the same as I am

don't suggest anything

I'm free to do what I please

gonna move into town

you're all

a load of witches

You're getting me so down

You're so judgemental

 What gives you the right

To tell me how to get around

I'm a creep

What the hell am I doing here?


I'm a yellow belly

All I do is watch telly

Made an ear job

They cut off my dad's ear

I put it in a box and

I made a necklace


I'm thinking

of going away

Everytime I have to think about 

my cat

It stops at that




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