It's been quite a long time since I posted something here. Not due to being overly busy or anything, just being overly tired, lazy, and not having much to write about on the work front. So I decided to encapsulate the entire shift into one poem. This is only three days, because I had the first night off.
What Could Happen In Only 72 Hours?
As the days grow short and cool
The college drunks are back in school
It was a Monday night fiasco
That we dealt with from the word go
When two groups fight over stupid crap
They never like when I give them flap
Potted plant broken over a head
Like hitting a rock is what I said
And another set of drinking pals
Both active like little animals
One so bombed that he barely stood
In a fellow coppers neighborhood
We spoke for only a minute or two
I'd actually stopped listening - this was true
There'd been no threat only boozy dreams
With beer filled bladder bursting at the seams
Our next night we went to a house
And crept around like a feathered grouse
But our callers eyes were failing him
The only intruder, his basketball rim
The last night found a tire leaking
A screw in the tread was shyly peaking
Letting air out slow and steady
In a different car, I still was ready
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