how many licks can the earth take until the core becomes the crust?

how many licks can the earth take
until the core becomes the crust

a cop strides daily perfoming the chores of evil dieties

goes home to his cold gun rack and dreams of being a sailor

indentured servitude to an alcoholic guru, he resents you, the reason he has to work

he'd rather be broke and floating on thin air

remember when he drags you by the balls into a cage, he'd rather be a child than a slave

sympathy for the accuser and the judge will yield love in a place that needs it

the broken heart behind the badge, scratched by the needle of emptiness and authority that should not exist

a black hide shields naked vulnerable frame, a liver struggles within him, heating as it digests the sugar of an obese pig attached to an innocent host

one that you can skin easily by not playing along, but splicing your criminal record with a luminous drum track ticking like a bomb

the only way out of a coccoon is to cut the spiders web before you are stuck neath it's mandibles

by cutting the strands of a puppet you drain the energy of its master

mention to him that it looks like rain
and he will build his web hastily

say this mantra when you are pulled over by red flashes

i deeply wish to negate the psychic tension of this uniformed sentry

see him as a child and a recruit, lying covered in his shit and helpless

benevolence can live in tongues that lie

there is more freedom in his gun than his cuffs, less paperwork too

authority is one man's way of reflecting the hatred of himself upon you
a mirror is a curse to a cop, point your rear view at him and look him in the eyes

karma digs trenches that we must walk above; unless we are strong enough to dig to the other side

"if you can seize the moment of fright, you can take advantage of it to gain victory" - Miyamoto Mushashi, masterless samurai

 

oh wow, very creative. strong structure, very effective. i really enjoyed this piece, i'm surprised more havent commented.