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There are many wonderful community police officers out there.


Then there are some who disrespect the efforts of their comrades and are a disgrace to humanity.

BLUEBOTTLE


A maggot's mind

Is hard to find

It may be nothing more

Than a meaningless mass

That ponders perhaps

And learns the lies of the law


A caterpillar climbs

On nursery rhymes

On countless legs he'll walk

To a vantage point

He's smoking a joint

And thinks before he talks


Woe......bobby blue

If I was as simple as you

Bleu, bobby blue

Wish I had a six legs too


Bluebottle bobby

Lapsed in the lobby

A prisoner dared to die

Playing tricks with a truncheon

Fair force and function

-The fantasies of a fly


Policing the gutter

Spokes slow to stutter

Balance bobby blue

Patrolling his beat

With a six feet

On a bicycle made for two


Woe, bobby blue

If I was as simple as you

Bleu, bobby blue

Wish I had an exoskeleton too


His helmet's so hard

The windows are barred

Bobby pushes through the pane

An exoskeleton's

Entrails emptied on

The guilt that grows again


Your wings are clipped

Say "Sonny you're nicked,

And you'll never fly like me"

But I don't want to fly

If your compound eye

Distorts what I see


Woe, bobby blue

If I was as simple as you

Bleu, bobby blue

Wish I had a uniform too


Insanity inspector

Thought tax collector

With wanton wings so warped

A penny for your thoughts

A coroner contorts

Evidence doth distort


The swarm at the station

Bears no relation

To a species with a smile

Sworn to my statement

Swatting brings abatement

To the trib's of their trial


Woe, bobby blue

If I was as simple as you

Bleu, bobby blue

Wish I had a no brains too


© MOTH 1991

NOTES

Through the pane - a fly dimly buzzes at the transparent window pane.

Trib’s = Tribulations