Steel like teeth set in a jaw
the law becomes
the feral dog.
Cogs in machinery to grind us down
spit us out and in my town
the law is everywhere.

One thing I've noticed through the years,
is that the criminal
no longer fears the long arm of the law,
he's more afraid of the taser and the radar trap.

(the feral dog always get the cat)

Me,
as honest as the day is long,
I do no wrong
I do not fear
the clamping of these steel teeth
near.

But,
when the criminal gets caught,
caught short by the long arm of the law
and the law,
still wet behind the ears
still green,
and of only nineteen years it
brings me near to tears to see
those steel teeth chomping uselessly
on
Farley's baby rusks.