A poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro
Read along to my Spoken Verse Performance!
Don’t let your guard down.
You’re our front line,
Against those who’re threatening.
Be in urban camo.
Your shift starts at twilight.
Starts slow, but you should know,
Nothing good happens past midnight.
While our families are sleeping,
You’re out there in your pickup,
Scanner squawking down low.
With those special night goggles,
Through darkness you’re peeping.
What’s there in your glove box,
Only use for your safekeeping.
If he wears a hoodie,
Woooow, pull right over and confront him.
Should he not be friendly,
Noooooo, must reign in your anger.
But don’t forget he could be,
An outlaw or gang banger.
VERSE 3 - shares verse 1 structure
Do your job with pride.
Stand Your Ground, Sir.
The law’s on your side.
Vagrants, thieves and vandals,
Make them feel unwelcome.
But know that a scandal,
Might just kill our market values.
VERSE 4 - shares verse 2 structure
There is more that we can do.
Convince our city fathers,
That we need a curfew.
Such a plan won’t pass through,
Voters won’t get in queue,
To just hand over their freedom.
This threat only worsens.
Protect all our possessions,
Protect all our persons.
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