My Dad the Abusive Cop

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

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