. The Street Cop's Choice Thanks for coming home to help me choose. I know my kids will always have my back. Today was rough. By now you’ve seen the News--- Such blatant lies! They’ve tied me to the rack. And we still have to see if this guy sues. What kills me is I did my duty right. That bastard had already robbed a shop And wounded three. Then as the perp took flight He raised his gun and aimed it at a cop. So my best judgment was to shoot on sight. I’m glad I got him. There were lives at stake. The bullet pierced his leg and nothing worse. He’ll be discharged with just a minor ache. But now he claims I used excessive force. Was I supposed to guess his gun was fake? And what about the injury I got When he refused arrest and punched my eye? The bastard shouted “All police should rot!” But I’m the one the liberals decry. And now the Bureau’s put me on the spot. As of today: administrative leave. I’m pretty sure their woke investigation Will ban me from the field without reprieve. I’m sick at heart and burning with frustration Knowing it’s the felon they believe. I’ve practiced law enforcement thirty years--- Arrested killers, psychos dealing meth; I’ve rescued victims, dried a lake of tears. I even managed through your mother’s death. I’m not afraid of hate-filled racist sneers. I’m just disgusted that to stoke dissension My honor’s slandered by a leftist mob. They want me fired---not just a suspension. My instinct says to fight hard for my job. But if I lose, I jeopardize my pension. The HR person wants to know today. I love my job. There’s nothing I regret And yet the Bureau’s pushing me away. A life of service they too soon forget. So help me choose. Should I resign or stay? . . Defunded a pantoum You should be doing time! Defunding the police Courts death and endless crime, With zero hope of peace. Defunding the police “To make our nation fairer” With zero hope of peace? A senseless leftist error. “To make our nation fairer” You foster mass confusion. A senseless leftist error--- An anarchist’s delusion. You foster mass confusion As traitor to the state. An anarchist’s delusion, Your act of spiteful hate! As traitor to the state You should be doing time. Your act of spiteful hate Courts death and endless crime. . . The Advantages of Political Connections a triolet We live our lives as we see fit. You’ll never see us rot in jail. Our high-placed friends will see to it We live our lives as we see fit. Too bad for you: no cash, no shit. You’ll never qualify for bail. We live our lives as we see fit. You’ll never see us. Rot in jail. . . A Cup of Joe Thanks, buddy. You’re a good man to propose To buy me coffee, maybe grab a bite. No one asks me Shall we meet at Joe’s? I work too late. When I get home it’s night. Plus people lately---they look down on me. I know that it’s the uniform and gun. Such hypocrites! When crooks are on a spree These same folks rush to dial 9-1-1. They have no inkling what I think and do. I’ve got two kids---a mortgage and a wife. Those jerks who shout “defund” don’t have a clue How hard I work. The loss of sleep. The strife… My best friend died last week. A highway crash Caused by a fleeing felon. Please excuse Me if I... Sorry. I’ll be fine. That trash Was caught. A public hanging’s what I’d choose. My injuries. Friends killed. To be in danger Every single day. I hurt and grieve Like every friend you know. I’m not some stranger! Defund us? They’re the ones who ought to leave. . . Brian Yapko is a lawyer who also writes poetry. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.