The Unconvincing Police Officer Fails to Recruit

With coffee breath and frosted donut smears,

he steered aside to talk about the streets,

a place of hell, that oozes fast with fleets

of men in masks that yell and yell for years,

where maids are paid to obey from the fear.

and just to survive, they all carry heat; 

so guns at our side, we’re ready to greet

and tell them breaking rocks is their career.

And through my sips of juice, I stared and said,

“I cannot suppose what you say is right,

for caging men that nature would intend

be diluted through Earth, not compiled as friends,

would put the hazardous minds in restless nights

to dream of crimes in cities spitting red.”