White tiny crystals,
Little plastic packs,
Keep them under watch,
Sell some with a hatch.
Daddy said you're good,
Justice to behold,
Blue uniform's cool,
At sight crooks run fool.
Then help a lost child,
Make her way straight line,
Then pull the trigger,
You killed her father.
You'll just be okay,
You will just be fine,
Just pit of anger,
Just hatch a paper.
She'll be really sad,
But she'll never know,
That you were the one,
Who took her father.
You do really stink,
Inclined justice scale,
Now you are aware,
You can never bail.
A smudge on the hue,
Radiant justice blue,
Mr. Policeman,
Sir I salute you!
-JovialMask2023
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