The Law

It’s no use pretending you’re the quiet type –
more like a moose with lockjaw;
more like that marshall on Saturday night
who wears a badge and never speaks
and carries a gun and the law.
You carry the law.

You carry in loco parentis and subpoena power,
the warrant for my arrest
and the squadron of bailiffs to get the job done.

You are the worst boss in seven states.

You are the campaign manager to re-elect hell.

You have the right to remain silent.

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One Comment on “The Law”

  1. Eric Alagan Says:

    That last line brought a smile 🙂

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