Busted

Big shout 

for the boys in blue 

who act all Keystone

when they bust down me door 

charge in

under the influence of

heavy duty shots; 

caffeine, testosterone and whiskey
a-go go. Gone.

In my home like a burglar, 

rooting though drawers and cupboards.  

Stomping around in size twelve boots 

shouting the odds,

throwing me stuff all over the gaff.

Even trying to pocket 

the free gift

from the corn flakes packet.

Bit over the top 

for a couple of pills and a bag of weed, 

and I’d really like to see 

the training manual

that instructs on tipping

the bin out over the kitchen floor

so you can go a bit Sherlock, 

investigate any vitamin deficiencies.

Then one of them charmingly says: 

“OK scum! 

Before we start cracking heads

where’s yer proper stash.”

Nice try cuntstable,

might have been a plan

before you carried out acts 

of mass vandalism.

I bet it’s all please and pardon me

in the leafy posh avenues.

So a big shout 

for those boys in blue,

they could have been mechanics, or salesmen,

plumbers, electricians or even chefs,

instead they chose

to wear a tit on their head.

© 2009  P.A.Levy

First published 2010 by Bring The Ink