A vigilante cop ended crime no matter what it took.
He produced phony evidence to put away the crooks.
He would also shoot criminals and make it look like self defense.
Criminals in his town wound up being referred to in the past tense.
He put a knife in a kidnapper’s hand after he shot him in the head.
Then he laughed hysterically and said he was glad that he was dead.
But one day he made a mistake when he shot someone in the back.
This time he couldn’t say that the criminal was the first to attack.
His punishment pleased some people but others thought it was unfair.
There’s nothing dirtier than a corrupt cop and he got the electric chair.
He was a vigilante cop who eventually had to pay for his sins.
He was a disgrace to his badge and he’ll never frame or shoot anybody again.
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Lol! He’ll never shoot anybody again because he’s dead.
I think this belongs in a Law and Order episode, they are always addressing the crooked cops.
You are on a roll with the poems I can see. Having a very inspirational and awe inspiring couple of days I’m guessing.
Much like your other poems this one is clever; you really have pieces that are different from everyone else on here. This is great, because I feel like I can identify your kind of writing, even without seeing your name labelled underneath. So that’s awesome because it means you have a distinct style: style is good.