11 Days -- Blue Lives Matter

"11 Days"
​
Can't help doing a booty tooch
They just fired
The motherfucking Mooch.
And I know I shouldn't
Take pride in another's failure,
Especially since this
Sewer tongue sailor
Was probably a day away
From some epic word play
Dropping cunt bombs
Talking about which moms
His cum filled palms
Are gonna slap like toms --
Drums that is.
Oh, but he wasn't phosphor bronze
Resistant to corrosion.
In the midst of his eclosion,
Emerging from the pupa case
This insect lost before starting the race.
And whatever inconsistent reason
Is given for listing him
Free to fire on this hunting season
It's just another pawn
Tossed like rubbish
On the White House lawn.

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"Blue Lives Matter"

Blue lives matter
Guess that's why
If one of them
Happens to die
The whole precinct searches
Sure to plant charges
On a close enough culprit
Before papers print an obit,
But any of us gone?
Shit happens -- case shut --
That's what.
And before
A big fat but
The few good go silent
An okay implicit
Protecting the worst --
How is that not complicit?

Let evil parade
Morality will fade,
And then
How do you figure
You didn't help
Pull the trigger?

Hillbilly clubbing
Jim Crow revival
The villain vibe
Thriving tribal
Lines aligning against
Any incensed
To say fuck you bacon
I'm not taking
Anymore of this horror.
"It's a hard job."
(What the fuck?)
Never heard a surgeon
Make the same claim
To shrug the blame
When death arrives;
But the cops are trained
So the reaper thrives --
Stop a busted tail light
Ready for a gunfight.
Shoot first
Then justify after
The best lie
Based on the splatter,
How some innocent
Deserved the tragic
Like that skin is magnetic
Attracting shells
Every one a ticket
To bullet hell

Little or big
Squint at a pig
Get ready to jig
Dancing over ricochets
Praying through the spray
The blue boys sent
Wondering if each shot spent
Can be charged to the victim
Thanks to some obiter dictum;
Send a bill twenty-five pages
With a brief paragraph
Explaining like sages
How this didn't have to happen --
Fuel for the lunatics laughing:

"We regret the murder
Of a twelve year old
unarmed,
But we couldn't chance
Officers getting harmed."

And this is expected
To be seen as the norm
Where the fuck
Is the goddamn swarm
Screaming for
Blood of the blue?
Content to feel fine
By being blind
To what's true
Until the police
Come hunting you.