There seems to be more and more shootings...by police with trigger fingers
or they are just plain scared of their own shadows....
This new breed of police men and women....use force over common sense
They believe everyone that is a little antsy has a gun or weapon
then the plot escalates...and bang....a citizen is dead
and the police man or women pleads...
I had to
I thought....he or she had a gun....
You presumed....they had a gun or knife or squirt gun
The policemen of the fifties and sixties
only had brawn and muscle
and some down home
mind tricks to lasso a criminal....
They had no tasers...and laptop computers
to cry home to base
every five minutes
an officer was out of their
juristiction
it took
a little bit of listening...yes...and gut insticts...this can't be taught...
then
assuming
Anyone that is pulled over
by this new generation of blue
be warned
If they ask for your name and license....tap tap tap
give it to them
don't holler....
This un American....my rights are being violated.
it is a valid request....
don't act all ansty in the back seat
make show your hands are visable
stare right into that police man or womens eyes
They are not psychics.....far from it
they are a new breed of cops
Robo cops
and if you flinch
You die
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Too many blogs,not enough readers.....finite
Well,this blog thing was exciting at first...but now I just hear my words
echoing in the vast wide world ...void....plunk .
It's like putting on your own personal play...and no one shows up.......
I saw so many many advantages to creating my own world of
exspression....but now I feel like just another drone...
I have tried with my poetry and song lyrics
to reach an audience....but
it seems
I'm sending e mails to ghosts.....
I just wanted one thing of mine to resonate
poem...lyrics and short stories
and maybe connect with some songwriters...
publishers....
but I am an outsider
the story of my life....
echoing in the vast wide world ...void....plunk .
It's like putting on your own personal play...and no one shows up.......
I saw so many many advantages to creating my own world of
exspression....but now I feel like just another drone...
I have tried with my poetry and song lyrics
to reach an audience....but
it seems
I'm sending e mails to ghosts.....
I just wanted one thing of mine to resonate
poem...lyrics and short stories
and maybe connect with some songwriters...
publishers....
but I am an outsider
the story of my life....
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