You had such a terrible time at home, not as
bright as your brother and sister. Though
intimidating all your friends, still think that
uniform's so cool. what a job you can make your
own rules. Take your frustration out on them.
Hanging out at your nearest protest. punching kids
and making arrests in the name of whoever pays the
most. Couldn't get in the armed forces, animals on
the backs of horses, good sense and justice you
oppose. Get a real job- who would be a fucking
cop? Did you not get enough love? Did your parents
beat you up? Do you worry bout the size of your
penis? Did the army kick you out? what the hell
was that about? Didn't let you use your firearm in
public? You dont protect me, no security, for my
family and my friends. Your brain is just out of
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corporations you defend- Get a real job. who would
be a fucking cop? I don't know how you get to
sleep, when junkies terrorise your beat. Feel like
a hero when you punch alcoholics. And there's that
secret no one knows, hidden from everyone. Those
unnatural affections for German Shepherds- Get a
real job- who would be a cop? Did you not get
enough love? Did your parents beat you up? Do you
worry bout the size of your penis? Were you a
cockhead from the start? You didn't need very good
marks, and now you're suppplementing your income
with money from drugs. Don't wear your name badge
on your chest. In case of civil unrest. Wouldn't
want anyone to think that your like violence best.
Who would be a fucking cop?