What a night. It started off slow and quiet. Sure there were lots of people in town, but everyone was curious but well behaved. That all ended at about 0100, when it seemed like all Hell broke loose. Call after call after call. It makes the night go by, but it's also a little harrowing.
It's a free verse night, because it felt like the way to get everything out and sorted. The events depicted here all took place between about 0100 and 0330.
This Is Policing
While on the phone with my wonderful wife
The call came out, a man with a knife
We sped right in, taking chances to save a life
The call it turned out was not legit
And one cop was assaulted by a drunken git
Too much booze and no humor for the obviously lit
Back to a stop where a little drunk man
Waited patiently with cell phone in hand
He wanted to drive, but we ended that plan
He phoned a friend and I answered a call
For a bearded one-eyed man who'd enthralled
The passers at the train station wall
Smelling of piss and hump backed like a whale
We pawned him off on a neighboring trail
Not into our cars would he place his tail
From there it was back to the main part of town
Lap after lap, I went round and round
Asking skateboarding kids to take care and not to fall down
Once more by the bar and away again
And there on the sidewalk in front of all men
A rummy was peeing, the asphalt and urine did blend
His birthday it was, 21 by two hours
I had him zip up and told him not to cower
A check and a smile sent him back to his college tower
Now it was three and the bars were all closing
Rowdy loud drunks on the walk ways are mosing
Loud voices ring out, two drunkards are nose to nosing
One kissed the ex-girlfriend right on the lips
And had placed his hands upon her hips
We shooed them away and after made a few choice quips
Finally a fire alarm at a new condo-plex
Awakening firemen who looked fairly vexed
It was nothing I'd soon find out via text
Just as I was about to have lunch
The radio crackled with traffic a-bunch
Someone asleep in their car. Drunk? It's a hunch.
Sober and happy the man was just tired
Sent on his was so from his jobs he not fired
Walking, not driving, because no license was where he was mired
A couple more laps and finally repast
The action had ceased, it just couldn't last
Being tired is now the thing of which I'm aghast
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