Last night
My father was an abusive cop
It’s his real occupation
The occupation of his soul
And so I wrote him a blank check to move out of the country
Before he finds more victims
His state is enforced
It possesses people
Around me
And I see them being controlled
By him
A horrifying sight
To see influence so powerful
Without him moving a muscle
Complete abuse
Good thing he’s not a real cop
He would’ve killed ten black men by now
But he also hates the government so
Go figure
What would’ve happened
Really
