#cop
On top of old smokey
All covered with hair
There was a place
Where the bear was quite bare
He wasn't too shiney
He was covered with fuzz
So he kept on his cap
That's what a fuzzy fuzz does.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 8:28 PM UTC
a man taught an octopus piano
he did it in 6 months
it took a little longer
than getting a driver's license
or becoming a cop
not quite as long as a pilot
and way slower than having a kid
so it was hard
sure
it took a lot of fish and crab
encouragement
time
6 months
amazing
it must have been like having a kid
getting an octopus
but it took him 6 months
to feel like an a octo-parent
it takes a captain 3000 flight hours
it takes a vote to become Sheriff
and i don't know how long
it'll take for you
to become a good driver
but it takes time
and maybe after a while
after a while of eating time
to put effort into a job or craft
it becomes a music of its own
is music music to an octopus?
probably
but what it became
at first was a gateway to food
then
an outlet for something that
that octopus needed to understand
what's the point?
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 2:21 PM UTC
England And Germany
Twin sides of the same coin
Light and dark the game's the same
Two soldiers doing the same job
Both would be mortal enemies
Yet their stories are the same
On a certain type of mission
Getting the same result
Like it's a scripted storyline
The hit man and the cop
Telling exactly the same story
Each eradicating the ******
Not a tale I made up but real
Or so they say to me
What do you think?
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 5:59 PM UTC
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil
That means I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, so don't ask me questions
You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Unless it is what you wanted me to tell you.
Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 4:20 AM UTC
Stop all the cars.
Shut down the coal.
Prevent Big Oil from dumping its ***** load.
Shake up complacency
And pull out the stops:
Let our leaders lead.
Nature,
You are North and South and East and West;
Our sanctuary
At God’s behest.
The time is now to transform our ways,
So warming ends,
Now and always.
Simon Piesse
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 6:37 PM UTC
Date an Air Hostess
and U shall fly,
First Class on Her Flight.
Date a Lady Teacher
and She will Teach U,
how to Read and Write.
Date a Poetess
and She will Compose U,
A Poem filled with Verses.
Date a Lady Doctor,
U will be attended by
all Her Pretty Nurses.
Date a Lady Cop
and U shall find Yourself,
behind Bars.
Date a Female Alien
and U will land Yourself,
on Saturn or Mars.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
City cops, either
all pigs or all fathers,
break cement curbs with rubber
as the shin of a warm body
brushes a front bumper;
warning sign clearer than headlights.
I stand arrested across the highway.
An idle ghost, mouth agape, eyeballing
the Record Courier parking lot,
officers breaking cement
breaking kneecaps of a civilian.
Where he kisses the ground
I once analyzed the black of the sun,
diseasing slowly from time and the light.
I soaked the now with a present mind
and active heart, living for life
defined by want.
I recall Impressionist interpretations
of Carson Valley sitting on
the windowsill of the Courier,
a hand wrapped around my wrist
using its nails to pick off my skin
naively, so I’ll bleed out
through my scabs and my corpse
will be captured in that moment.
Handcuffed, legs pressed
between my shoulder blades,
but seconds still pass.
Divorced from a faded past,
I wait until three uniforms
shove a man into the backseat
and drive to the station.
We’re now shadows of
our former selves in
the lights of a cop car,
separated from when
our heartbeats were the loudest.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC
News announced today "cop kills a man in his own home".
Mistakes his apartment for hers, mistakes him for a burglar or
an easy target!
My Granny says "I bet she is white and he was black"? She used was since Botham is dead. Granny says "cops killing black body has been normalized since forever".
Three days later the news releases her name and photo.
My Granny was right. She is a white woman with Klansman's robes for eyes looking to **** a black man.
Amber tell me did you sit in your car for 15 hours carving Botham's name on the bullet that killed him before going to his apartment?
Did you want his apartment to reflect the same color as
the red mat in front of his door?
Oh, you didn't notice that,
or did you just decide to take a shot in the dark,
while Botham was in his home resting effortlessly?
It was too dark for you to see that was not your apartment, but lit enough to see him to shoot him in his chest.
Amber, I bet your heart is cut from the same
cloth as your mother's "All Lives Matter" Tee Shirt.
Botham's Mother says his heart was made by angels.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
*The red light’s red but I’m turning right,
The coast is clear – no cars in sight.
I make the turn and I make it slow
On the corner sat a huge cop on his hog.
Sirens blazing like he was late for his grog,
Behind me he flew with lights all a glow.
Pulling over to honor this beast's demand
I already had my license in hand.
He brought his big carcass up to my window
Grabbed my license and ask me what I’m into.
Nothing I said, I’m just headed home,
Then he dripped some sweat onto my chrome.
All at once he started swatting at what he thought was a bee
I said it’s just a horse fly so let it be.
He bent over and looked at me through the window
While asking me, what the hell is a hoss fly?
Not a hoss fly – a horse fly – I said through the window
You know – it’s a fly that flies around and around a horse's ****
He got a little closer and pushed down his shades
And asked me if I was calling him a hoss’s **** in spades.
I said – no sir – not at all – I would never ever
Do anything like that at all – that for me would be too terse.
He said something that I couldn’t understand
When then the fly lit on his Foster Grants.
Cross-eyed he handed me back my license
And began swatting at the thing creating the offense.
But the horse fly was faster than he and had more sense
As he slapped his shades off across into a fence.
The fly flew around and around his head
While he backed out into the street like something ******
I reached through the window and pulled him out of the street
For a car was coming and they were sure to meet.
Realizing now what he had almost done
He shook my hand and said I could go that we were done.
But one more time he stuck his sweaty face in mine
And asked me once again if I was calling him a hoss’s ****
Again I said - no sir, absolutely not but that I couldn't lie -
Sir, you know - you just can’t fool a smart horse fly.*
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
His suit is taggered. Bullet holes and tears but finely pressed and clean. Still recognizable as a cop's beat uniform. He unsnaps his gun holster clip. No one uses the old guns anymore. Electronic laser weapons are the fad in the end times. I got a Desert Eagle .45 that has something these fancy tech-lovers don't. Two point three seconds...
You see, it takes a Lectro two point three seconds to charge-up and that happens to be more time than it takes a 'cowboy-movie-loving' quick draw to end you...
"Hi boys! You've got a Buzz here I see? Well...time to move along and let me buy the next round 'eh?" -I say
"Look, there's a drink shack right about a block up from here. Let me get you." -said with a wink
The three look rough as they all do out here in the runs. That's the wasteland roadways in the inner cities. Least that's what they are known as these days. If you're guessing the futures part of that wasteland you got it right. The last war was the Great War. The one that ended all government. Now we have two realities; the corporations large enough to maintain some order and the publicly disordered nightmare.
You'd a thought systemic breakdown would have released the minds of the many from their company masters but it was quite the opposite. Those left and afraid flocked to join the barons making them even more powerful. I work for one of these new titans; Altria Group.
The three look at each other with queer smirks and grins as if their figurin' on what move to make or perhaps figured it already? The middle one draws his Lectro-gun...bad idea.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three down. I walk over them to make sure,
BOOM!
...one last slug in the ringleader's face clears this route. These ******** have been hitting our trucks for weeks from this alleyway. My shots draw out more vermin...Chicago is a mecha for filth. Our heavy operators in the dozer-rigs clear the blockages but it's up to me to stop the vagabonds and hijackers. Only losers don't have a job.
"Well boys you had the chance to take this one to the bar and drink it off...instead you got a buzz still ringing in your ears!" -I tell their dead bodies while reloading my clips
That 'buzz' would be me, Buzziah. I'm The last cop in Chicago. Maybe the last one in America, who knows?
BOOM!
BOOM!
Down go two more scum...I hate sneakies. I lean down to make sure my body cam gets a shot of their faces. I get paid by the **** My bosses at the cigarette company still want to see their faces for some reason. I never ask, I don't care, I'm just a camel cop...
*"Sounds like a ***** joke..."* -I say out loud
I know it's confusing. Reynold's used to make camel cigarettes. I'll light one up while my brain explains it for you. When it appeared that the U.S. government had lost control...the major multinational players took action on their own. Some of them, like my employer, they literally killed their competition. Thirteen years later they're the only game in town for smokes, jobs, housing, protection and food...and I am the only cop left. I stop a ****** running by,
"Hey you stop!" -I tell him
He freezes and stares at me shaking. I'm a bit of a celebrity in downtown.
"Do you like the uniform or what?" -I ask him
"Uh-uh-uh man, man just let me go I ain't after your loads?"
I chuckle deeply inside. It is a ***** joke after all.
BOOM!
I turn on my Beats-Sat uplink...
"All clear on routes a-go, all routes a-go..."
Switch the channel to the network Apple link...hard core rap. I love it. I catch a tune on the heavy guitar riff and backbeat intro...
<Double forty-fives, double forty-fives>
<YO> -chorus
<Jumped out the War like G I JOE!>
<Landed gig/wid Nort Gruman.>
<Patrollin' my beat as-a-GUN MAN>
<Double forty-fives, double forty-fives>
<BLOW> -gunshot sounds
This feels so right. I hop on my motorcycle and tear-off.
Time for my buzz...
I am the Lord's Strength.
Buzziah Willis...remember it.
I run the streets of downtown Chicago.
I am the law here.
"Wanna smoke?" He says to the air.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
what
does it mean to be
a bad, bad person?
a no good **** of the earth bottom of the barrel objectively awful wretched poor excuse of a person with not a vestige of humanity in them (not even a little bit)?
mom says its when
i dont brush my teeth.
i dont brush my teeth.
girlfriend says its when
we're both at a cafe studying and she draws something on my to-go paper coffee cup when i'm in the bathroom and i don't even notice when i return sit down and take a sip.
we're both at a cafe studying and she draws something on my to-go paper coffee cup when i'm in the bathroom and i don't even notice when i return sit down and take a sip.
friend says its when
i don't put myself in the same pickle.
i don't put myself in the same pickle.
law says its when
i killed them all.
i killed them all.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
Roads keep on teaching us new lessons in violence,
rage is the law ruling the perfectly chaotic traffic
you are left to fend yourself in this murky waters
where killer whales celebrate the success of blood thirst.
Men who don't properly breath are atrocious on roads
behind the wheels,they jump signals, break rules
as if their poor mamas made them promise to do all this!
a law to send such cases to yoga class would do good.
But women with bad driving skills as their assets for life
are no less, in making our lives on each journey miserable
In a road where with impunity, suicide squads operate
your poetic musings, will have to stop, to remain alive.
Just then a police car with a roar stop in my front
authority makes me weary but the cop behind the wheels
a woman, tells me the story of beauty than a cop's authority
on how beauty softens heat that makes muscles go stiff
She springs out of the cabin of the vehicle she is in
making ripples feminine and also ease in the air.
violence of the machines and the minds in controlling,
speed, broken rules and the thrill of chasing criminals
beauty which brings a change where it is out of place almost.
As I drift in to sleep, after a long drive safe,and few stiff drinks
in my dream's window she sits winking,'drive safe all through life'
"Good by my good cop"I whisper "be soft and right,authority is mess"
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
If you have authority in a field
You must acquire expertise
For if you scrutinize a master
From your *** he'll take a piece
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
Running is suppose to make you feel free
Unless you're running from the law
You're free until they catch you
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
I am indifferent to your pain
I cannot feel the hurt the rage or blame
The anger I don't handle well
Are you in hell? I cannot tell
I see you lie there on the ground
My only interest is the round, the caliber, or the speed of car that hit you. Its Vehicular. Was it mine? Approach and angle. Incident report. I am indifferent to thought outside of that that makes me who I am. I don't hate you. I'm the man
who said, " I love you" and "We're friends" and things that tore your mind to shreds
I only know you're mad as hell. I didn't know. I couldn't tell.
How could I know? I only said
those words to get you into bed.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
Another kid dead
They got it on YouTube
Another kid bled
By a bullet to the head
Shot by the boys in blue
Cause that what the cops do
Down in the dark alleys
Up in Chicago city
No gun pulled
Just blood pooled
Another punk schooled
In the American dream
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC