“Protect and serve the innocent”
Was what the poster said,
And it’s what I thought I’d do
When I became a fed.
I got to work the first day
In my black, designer suit.
I said “I’m here to serve and protect.”
My boss just said “That’s cute.”
He showed me to my office
In the middle of the floor
Where two monitors awaited
And I knew what was in store.
I became well acquainted
With a Mrs. Sally Strom
And the doodads that she purchased
On Amazon.com
They say your moral compass
Will sway from truth and light
Through prolonged exposure
To things that aren’t right,
But I have to disagree
With the ever-present “they”
Because tons of people do this
And it doesn’t wreck their day.
Protect and serve the innocent:
It sure sounds nice to me
And makes me feel righteous
About the innocent stuff I see.
On the Correction of Humans
It’s come to my attention
That the world isn’t flawless.
People are ugly, stupid, poor,
Foreign, local, and/or lawless.
To fix this inconvenient fact
I’ve thought up a solution:
Let’s choose some perfect people
And write up a constitution
And bind those other people
Under government and law.
Isn’t it nice that this system
Doesn’t have any flaw?
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