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Laughing Policeman

No one can out chuckle a laughing policeman.
He roars you in and then whoops you out,
in between giggling at lists of your past crimes.
Like driving in a straight line down twisting country roads
while ignoring The Highway Code.
His mirth is an accompanyment to misfortune.
"Prison is a rest home between crimes in a criminal's life."
the super would say, while rolling over the floor convulsed
in mirth.
"Just cop for some more. Keep coming through that door."
as he jovially counted the rising pound in his pension.
I know it sounds daft but his mantra was "This'll hurt me
more than it hurts you, but it's the law."
spoken between loud guffaws.

26 Apr 18

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