Narcotics Missing from the Police-Station?
Loss of seized contraband from the police
means they are taken out on a lease
for the accused to go free
and the smugglers to be in glee.
They know all the rules
even how the girls to tease.
How much threat the cops receive
from the gang of vice!
They are nice while dealing
with the Kingpins moving the drugs off.
What could the poor cops do
if the boss behind this trade
sits on the high seat of Power?
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Accidental death story poem
Along the coast a lonely road.
That’s closely watched buy excise men.
Who know that smugglers transport their load
along this roadway now and then.
They do not know but they suspect
that it might well be pure cocaine.
In vain they try to intercept.
The smugglers know when to expect.
the excise men to lie in wait
Not only when but they know where
The local folks communicate
conspire to foil excise men.
The smugglers here traditionally
have always ignored import laws.
There is no reason they can see
why they should change their ways; Of course
they know there’s money to be made
by smuggling drugs illicitly.
Although in favour of free trade
they cannot possibly agree.
To let drug pedlars infiltrate
They guard their secrets jealously.
Much more efficient than the state
arranging accidents at sea.
Small boats go missing frequently
when carrying drugs from ship to shore.
The locals can quite easily
defend this coast for evermore.
The wont allow drug smugglers to
unload their cargoes secretly.
They know exactly what to do.
To prevent them permanently.
They aren’t constrained by silly rules
which hamper the authorities.
They execute the greedy fools
and hide the evidence at sea
To them smugglings an honest trade
evading duty is their aim.
But they have rules which are obeyed
and smuggling drugs is not their game.
Though technically they break the law
importing certain luxuries.
It seems that they protect these shores
From drug dealers efficiently.
They only have one penalty
and don’t waste time in courts of law.
They execute immediately.
The silent sea will keep the score.
Drug smugglers meet with accidents
as they approach this rocky shore,
So frequent are these incidents
they’re nor newsworthy any more.
Drug smugglers deserve to die.
Although you’re free to disagree.
I for one won’t question why
They’ re terminated quietly.
Accidents happen easily
and they might well be genuine.
Explained away quite feasibly
you have your belief: I have mine.
1-Jan-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Many later commented on the fact that large numbers of those engaged in the most senseless acts of destruction were left well alone by cops, indeed people dressed as Black Block members were seen freely making their way across police lines and talking to cops.
quote by John Blair
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I Better Be Good
If I ain't cool
My daddy gonna send me
To Military School
If I ain't nice
My girlie gonna freeze me
With cold shoulder ice
If I'm real late
My teacher gonna use me
For alligator bait
So, I better be good
I better be good
If I jump on the gas
The cops are gonna jump
All over my back
If I smoke too much
Doctor says he's gonna
Put my lungs in a crutch
If I'm caught without my pants
Consuelo's dad is gonna shoot
Until he sees me dance
So, I better be good
I had better be good
You better be nice
You better be nice
You better be nice
You better be nice
Nice, nice, nice - you better be
Nice, nice, nice - you better be
Nice, nice, nice - Uh, uh, uh, uh
Nice, nice, nice
Nice, nice, nice
Nice, nice, nice
You better be nice tonight
If I spray it on the seat
Lady gonna tie a big knot
In the meat
If I spewey too fast
Lover's gonna stick
My Wrangler in a cast
If zipper grabs skin
I'll know I had it out
When I shoulda kept it in
Ow.
I better be good
I better be good
I better be good
Ooh.
You better be nice
You better be nice
You better be nice
You better be nice
Nice, nice, nice - you better be
Nice, nice, nice - you better be
Nice, nice, nice - Uh, uh, uh, uh
Nice, nice, nice
I'd better be nice tonight - yeah
Nice, nice, nice
Nice, nice, nice
Nice, nice, nice
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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We and our Laws
Our laws permit the police
to lay a trap to catch,
the worst criminal at large,
only on receiving complaints.
The people are cut into size
by the laws of our land
and those of the chopper-rowdies.
The weak and the meek can’t dare
file complaints against the killers
and the cops ignore the unruly deeds.
Some doctors loot the kidneys
and make a quick fortune.
They land in jails after a decade
when the police receive complaints.
Some feign as tax-officers
crush the flowers in the cine-films
and rob their hard-earned money.
The cops won’t act till those girls
come and report with flashing cameras around.
Some unlawful youths kill and scare,
amass wealth in crores,
pipe funds to ruling parties;
the public and the police remain tight-lipped.
The officers need to praise them on dais
in fear of being transferred or blackmailed.
The people feel insecure to see some cops
or the culprits reaching atop the public life.
The politicians too feel uneasy
When the reporters hired or bought step in
as they of the Fourth Estate
could make or mar someone’s repute.
The factors of caste, religion, dinner and cash
spur the newsmen to turn their cameras
and wield their pens to belch out fire and filth.
May God bless those who haven’t joined parties!
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Good Cop-bad Cop
Beat Cops, now beat ‘em up Cops
Riot suits ‘n shields replacing blues
Brutal/lethal force their latest chops
Privilege, trust ‘n power they abuse
poem by Ray Lucero
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Cops And Donuts
When I was on the freeway, doing 70 all drunk
A copper pulled me over, and I thought that I was sunk
He came up to my car, I thought up a little trick
I took a donut, jelly filled, and put it on a stick
He came up to my window, and shouted to get out
So I quickly took the donut and I shoved it in his mouth
So I drove away, he shouted for some more
So I threw it out the window and he ate it off the floor
Cops and donuts
Cops love donuts
Cops love donuts
Cops and donuts
song performed by by NOFX
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My workplace
Some men had pledg'd their hard-earn'd property,
To men with trust to make profit somehow;
The latter’s performance was so dirty,
They aimed to loot and blamed poor worker's show.
These kingpins brought in such corrupt workmen,
Who stripp'd the place threadbare to skeleton;
And turn'd it soon into a vice-filled den;
No one can crack the whip or use baton.
No soul is honest or dedicated;
The corruption-level is very high;
To fools all power is relegated;
The patients poor come here mostly to die?
Oh what a place, so fine and wretched yet?
It needs revamping right from scratch, I bet.
poem by John Celes
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Love Stealer
When shes got her eye on you - theres no escape
She keeps unnoticed - hidden under her cape
She shows no mercy - no - she plays it rough but
She dont want your money - she just wants your love
Better call the cops - better call the cops
Better call the police
Better come quick - better come quick
While Im in one piece
Better bring a book - better bring a book
Gonna press charges - for attempted
Breaking and entering my heart
Yeah
cos shes a lovestealer - raw dealer
Heart breakin - love takin yeah-yeah
Love stealer - raw dealer
Heart breakin - love takin yeah-yeah-yeah
She hangs around - casing the joint
Then shell move in and get - right to the point
Take my advice and keep your love to yourself
Or the love stealer will rob you-
Leave you there on the shelf
Better call the cops - better call the cops
Better call the police
Better come quick - better come quick
While Im in one piece
Better bring a book - better bring a book
Gonna press charges - for attempted
Breaking and entering my heart
Yeah
cos shes a lovestealer - raw dealer
Heart breakin - love takin yeah-yeah
Love stealer - raw dealer
Heart breakin - love takin yeah-yeah-yeah
Better call the cops - better call the cops
Call the police
Better come quick - better come quick
While Im in one piece
Better bring a book - take a look
Press charges
For attempted breaking and entering my heart
Yeah...
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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I think it's too bad that everybody's decided to turn on drugs, I don't think drugs are the problem. Crime is the problem. Cops are the problem. Money's the problem. But drugs are just drugs.
quote by Jerry Garcia
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I Shot The Sheriff
--chorus--
I shot the sheriff
--chorus--
Verse one:
I had to shoot the sheriff it was justifiable
He mistaked me for somebody who was liable
For all tha many murders l.a and war fields
We keep makin war shields
Streets keep souls
Young brothers loose control
I seem to maintain through this
Watch where ya kick it theyll put you in a twist
And it aint nobody like my down ass hommie
And tha police always tryin to pin some bullshit on me
I keep away from fools
They do crime and it attracts cops
Cops got guns and cuffs
And cells to stuff you in
--chorus--
Verse two:
They tryin to stick with some bullshit that I did not do
You know who
The boys in blue
There they go with they assumpitons
Slaverys over let us have somethin
Why you wanna pull me over?
Cuz Im bumpin?
I just made a new song
My profession is music
Your profession is protection with gats
Then use it on him when hes tryin to take my life away
Im just tryin to live my life today
So I keep away from fools they do crime it attract cops
Cops got guns and cuffs
And cells to stuff you in
--chorus--
Verse three:
I shot the sheriff
I didnt shoot the deputiy I didnt have to
Cuz in this game they always tryin to blast you
And leave it to tha cops to find out who did the murder
They harrase tha wrong clan and arrest tha wrong man
The hommie day-dog got strapped but thats okay
Cuz Im gonna work for life
So he can see another day
A hommies a hommie
A fake is a snake
Straight game from tha pen from tha hommie jake
So I keep away from fools they do crime it attract cops
Cops got guns and cuffs
And cells to stuff you in
song performed by by Warren G
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It seemed to me... that the only valid people to deal with crime were cops, and I would like to make the lead character, rather than a single person, a squad of cops.
quote by Evan Hunter
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Puke On Cops
look at me now. full on the run. i can't stop myself from crashing. breaking grass, bumming a yard. fixing stuff that was never broken. pulling out all the stops. i'm gonna puck on the cops. i'm telling the kids, punk rocks. i'm gonna puke on cops. gimme a side of airplane noise or a half a glass of our resistance. add a dash of disobedient public nusant, richtor riot. pulling out all the stops. i'm gonna puck on the cops. i'm telling the kids, punk rocks. i'm gonna puke on cops.
song performed by by NOFX
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I had a problem with cops pulling me over all the time for speeding. When I was doing Hill Street Blues, the cops said how much they loved the show as they were writing me up; meanwhile my insurance went through the roof.
quote by Jennifer Tilly
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Race in a Race
Absurd and upright races are held.
Rare birds and goring bulls thrill and maul.
The toddlers walk fast and the girls fly and dance.
There is race to buy in auction,
the high-performing cricketers
and a race to see nudity in the nets.
Bright chaps in medicine and engineering
race to join terror outfits, thanks to the tenets
they imbibe, and alarm the nation with weak laws.
The youth said to be suppressed so long
race to harass the girls of soft castes
and go in a mob to silence, any grumble.
The youth of these days know all trickery,
race to seat on the seats of power
and demand bribes in open in offices.
Hired gangs race to wield weapons,
kill in the premises of courts
and the cops and the courts book and let them free.
There is a race to encroach the vacant plots,
a race to snatch the sacred-chains
and a race to marry girls in plenty.
In what race you’re will make you
get entry into the hall of fame or shame.
See, they smile and hail walking towards the jail!
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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An Apt Pupil
Knockin' about (said Benny, the Tough)
By the Rocks an' Woolloomooloo,
Oh, I was a low-brow, right enough,
And a bit of a bounder, too.
Kickin' about with me larrikin band,
I was always gittin' in bad;
Till the kindly cops took me in hand,
An', lissen, I've been glad.
I was a tough when life begun,
An' me ideels was not high
Doin' the things that 'are not done,'
Disgracin' me old school tie.
Me feet was set on the downward road,
A crook I was, an' a cad,
Till the genteel cops taught me a Code
An', lissen, I was glad.
Doin' sich things as I never had ort,
Soilin' the family name,
With never a notion of good, clean sport
Or the pride of playin' the game.
The dirtiest fighter in all the Rocks,
That's the sort of name I had,
Till the manly cops taught me to box;
An', lissen, I was glad.
Playin' the game with a good straight bat,
Scornin' the bottle an' boot;
Turnin' meself from a wharfside rat
To a reel nice-livin' coot.
Learnin' to battle without 'arf-bricks
Or with pickets, as once I had
For the good cops taught me their rastlin' tricks
An', lissen, I was glad.
But flesh is weak; an' I fell from grace,
An' I goes an' I drifts right back,
An' burgled a bit of a jeweller's place;
An' a cop gets on me track,
But I meets his rush with a good straight right,
An' I reckon he got reel mad
To think that the cops taught me to fight.
But, lissen, I was glad.
Then a crowd of his pals come off their beats;
But I takes to me heels an' clears,
An' I leads 'em a marathon thro' the streets
While they lumbers and puffs in the rear.
Then I loses 'em all when I'd had me fun,
An' I sprints like a race-course prad.
For me cobbers the cops taught me to run,
An', lissen, was I glad?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Whose Hands are Tied?
Long range missiles bulwark our defence.
Smugglers and traffickers thrive at our expense.
The goons scare the disarmed cops.
Action to save the weak flops.
Attaching robbed assets is a suspense.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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My friends and I make short films. We pretended to rob the Dairy Queen where our friend worked, but someone thought we were real thieves and called the cops! Soon, the cops burst in with guns drawn!
quote by Josh Hartnett
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Up Against It
Can you hear it?
Ear against the ground and youll hear it
I can tell a change when I hear it
We are tigers
Kings of jungles
Trapped in cages
We forget we once were free!
And the average swain
Would be contented in his chains
Were it not for complainers like me
Throw the book
Im up against it
Up against the rules
Bring the experts
Up against them
Up against the fools
Bring on city hall
Im against them all
Lamp of freedom
No, you cant change
Human nature
Wheels of power
Keep revolving endlessly
With a fanatical faction
A charismatic attraction
Theres a piece of that action for me
Call the press
Im up against it
Up against the flacks
Bring the shrink
Im up against it
Up against the quacks
Revenuers
Up against it
Up against the tax
Name some names
And Im up against them
Bullies, big and small
Im against them all
All we need is some vitality
Like an [...] individuality
But I guess they [...]
[...] make it all alone
Bring the girls
Im up against them
Im up against their lips
Bring the boys
Im up against them
Up against their hips
Bring the priest
Im up against him
Up against that cross
Bring the mob
Im up against it
Up against the boss
Bring the cops
Im up against it
Up against the jaw
Throw the book
Im up against it
Up against the law
Politicians, all - Im against them
Fascist lackies all against the wall
Fist of freedom
Guns of freedom
Bring the lackies
Up against it
Up against the wall
Bring the bishop
Up against it
Up against the wall
Bring the chairman
Up against it
Up against the wall
Put the general
Up against it
Up against the wall!
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Dope Show
The drugs they say make us feel so hollow
We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow
Hate today, no love for tomorrow
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
The drugs they say are made in California
We love your face
We'd really like to sell you
The cops and queers make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind, blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Farewell to Facebook and Twitters
Don't sneeze at face-book
as the IT Acts won't brook.
In your house, the cops will land,
with an automatic gun as a magic wand
Don't snide a politician in twitters.
The cops will make you get the jitters.
The cyber-laws are a crooked mind's flaws.
The innocents get caught between its jaws.
We aren't free to give voice to our thoughts.
We enjoy in silence the emergency lots.
Hold your pen you wordsmiths
till the claws are torn apart by the lawsmiths.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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