A poem about police attitudes to people in this day and age.

When all fails: pg. three.

It is better for the mouth to be shut eternally than opening it to say what will bring eternal damnation to the soul.

Criminal justice.

The hell of dealing with noisy, loud neighbors.

Policeman risks his life with a case to survive

Soon the court will decide his fate.

If I were interviewed by the cops like in one of those crime shows I watch all the time I’d want to be gardening. Or maybe in an office setting. I used to watch CSI but I watch a lot of Law and Order now, my favorites are SVU with Stabler and Olivia, and Criminal Intent but ONLY the episodes that have Vincent D’onofrio because… I love that guy. Anyway, so let’s say I’m being interviewed about a suspect – I don’t know what the crime is; just a suspicious character. I’d open with something dramatic like "That boy has a piece of the devil in his heart." Come to think of it – maybe this should take place in a kitchen setting, drinking coffee. No… hot tea, that seems better. Anyway – the interview would go something like this.

One trouble never comes alone.

Woburn Police Officer John B. "Jack" Maguire was remembered today as a dedicated lawman who gave his life to protect his community, at a funeral service attended by family, friends, and thousands of fellow officers from around the region.

He was frightened. `Goodness gracious! What’s happened?’ he cried. He called out to his goat, held out his hand and asked her to eat the bred. She ate the bred but the sticky thing was still there. He washed his hands in hot soapy water but nothing happened.