you talk about them as if they're good/ they
are just stupid little fascists/ upholders of
middle class property & values/ uphold the
right & we all know whose right/ they are
basically fuckwits/ working class rejects
turned on their own culture/ they are dirt,
dangerous, uneducated/ frightened to over
step the mark/ they are nothing more than
government soldiers against the public/ but
who do you call when your house is burgled?/
who do you call then dopey?/ as your prejudices
fall down around your ankles/ as the fucked up
system bends you over/ who do you call then?/
we're here to save the hard cold cash/ you use
money don't you?/ we may be corrupt but it's
all you've got so stop complaining/ besides the
police are good in bed/ they are what fetish is
made of/ take for instance special operations
group/ the ones with the big shiny helicopters,
& the men in black that slide down the ropes/
i said 'you can drop that rope down into my
backyard anytime baby'/ that is, the baby in
the sense of the man with the little boy inside/
he said 'i'd be bringing that rope with me if
i were to drop down into your backyard'/ &
then he smiled/ police know how to smile/
especially the young ones fresh from the
academy/ he said to me 'there are a lot of
lonely rich women being burgled in the city'/
i said 'what would you have to offer them,
apart from your stupidity?'/ what could he do?/
he was drinking with me/ some think they can
get women anytime they want/ these are usually
the clumsy oafs in bed/ ask any groupie/ the
shier ones are usually drunk or married/ to
the man in black i said 'wouldn't you be using
handcuffs?'/ he said 'no i like tying knots'/ i
said 'what are you a boyscout or a cop?'/ i said
'bring the others in & they can watch'/ 'watch
us?' 'no watch t.v./ what do you think i am a
slut?/ i'll make them a cup of tea'/ that night it
rained/ i ran my hands over the plastic lights
of the patrol cars parked outside the station/
so smoothly, no-one would suspect me/ no
witnesses in the vicinity/ & no-one came out to
take me in for questioning/ no onlookers to the
fantasy taking place in my mind/ so i kicked off
my fears/ like a pair of shoes/ & ran off laughing
