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Poem I wrote about the drug laws. |
The cops never used to scare me I always thought they were quite fair, really Driving round, hunting criminals down Keep 'em off the street, sounds good to me They never really used to affect me I actually thought they were there to protect me! Silly girl! Drugs are illegal! Makes ME a criminal! Just to score I have to break the law And fraternise with at least one known felon - usually more The cops know more than we give them credit for They probably followed me from the train, watched me score They probably know how much I paid And when I last got laid Here's my big confession: I've been done for 'possession' four times This is the total extent of my crimes But now everything's changed The police know my name I'm stopped and searched again and again They even arrested me on my way to court! Some narc in the park out for a lark Stopped - searched - throw the book - treat me like a crook So I slink through the streets, trackmarks not showing Still no guarantee I'll get where I'm going Sometimes I wonder, you know... I'm actually quiet and law abiding It just feels so stupid to be lurking and hiding Isn't there something better they can do with their time? I mean, arrest someone actually committing a crime? So yeah - the cops do scare me now Because now I'm the criminal they get paid to hunt down |