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The Cop I'm a cop walking the beat, about to retire with hurt feet. followed a man who looked suspicious, from the size of his gun, I knew he was vicious. He went inside a hotel lobby, acting all bossy and snobby. He took hostages, except for me, I shot him dead and set them free. That's the old fashioned American way, plus I'm a cop, who wants his pay. Next night I heard a woman scream, getting ***** as he tried to spill his cream. I also shot him dead, for saving her, she gave me head. All because I'm a good cop, I offered to use the mop. I shoot people who sell drugs, their just useless stupid thugs. I shoot first, question are for later, my gun would **** the largest alligator. Next night followed a woman, inside a store, she was shoplifting, I thought maybe she was poor. Followed he into her fancy car, I shot that stealing rock star. Got in some trouble on that one, a cops job is never done. Next night followed a molester, following a young boy, offering candy and a shinny new toy. Saw him stalking in the park, but I'm a cop, who's not afraid of the dark. Took my shot, while he was watching, it was the boys dad, I saw falling. Retired early without a pension, should have taken that course in safety prevention.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
The Cop
The Cop I'm a cop walking the beat, about to retire with hurt feet. followed a man who looked suspicious, from the size of his gun, I knew he was vicious. He went inside a hotel lobby, acting all bossy and snobby. He took hostages, except for me, I shot him dead and set them free. That's the old fashioned American way, plus I'm a cop, who wants his pay. Next night I heard a woman scream, getting ***** as he tried to spill his cream. I also shot him dead, for saving her, she gave me head. All because I'm a good cop, I offered to use the mop. I shoot people who sell drugs, their just useless stupid thugs. I shoot first, question are for later, my gun would **** the largest alligator. Next night followed a woman, inside a store, she was shoplifting, I thought maybe she was poor. Followed he into her fancy car, I shot that stealing rock star. Got in some trouble on that one, a cops job is never done. Next night followed a molester, following a young boy, offering candy and a shinny new toy. Saw him stalking in the park, but I'm a cop, who's not afraid of the dark. Took my shot, while he was watching, it was the boys dad, I saw falling. Retired early without a pension, should have taken that course in safety prevention.
allen-wilbert
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
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