Archive-name: Poetry/copshood.txt
Archive-author: Dan Wolfe
Archive-title: Cops Versus Hoods


I don my hood of leather, black
I grasp her hair, she claws my back
And as if by God, to end our bliss
Wouldn't you know, I need to piss

"I'll be right back!", I cried with a fright
And tripped on a chair, as I dashed through the night
"Last door on the left!", she called out to me
Her directions to where I should take my pee

		- - -

My business now done, I began to blush
Would it break the spell, should she hear me flush?
I glanced in the mirror, my hood served me well
For blushing or not, no one could tell

Now back down the hall, into a fleshy obstruction
My blood ran cold thinking, "Could this hulk be her husband?"
I groped at the mass that stood in my way
A necktie, A BADGE! And I wept as I prayed

He lifted me up, and I felt myself quiver
As he let out a roar, like a bear with a sliver
He threw me back down, and I crashed with a 'thunk'
He screamed, "I'll kick yer ass, you perverted punk!"

		- - -

I got out alive, but don't ask me how
And I sit here reflecting upon it all now
The moral to all this ridiculous slop:
You'd do best to stay home, if her husband's a cop!

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