You Can Run, But You Can't Hide
With years of work under their belts
And experiences that most don't have
I came to the office early and geared up
We were actually going to hit it
This is the sort of thing that officers dream of doing
That tests are given and interviews conducted for
The chance to be one of the ones
Who smashes down the doors of evil
And imposes the will of good on those within
It's never the same twice when it goes down
Armor and shields are donned
Weapons checked and re-checked for function
The last place you need a gun to go down
Is when you're first through the door
Not knowing for sure is not the worst part of it
The waiting beforehand is
Feet tapping, fingers drumming, mind racing
What will be waiting for us on the other side
There's always the chance that they will win
Bullets don't have names on them
They are addressed "To Whom It May Concern"
And that's our concern, and why we train
And practice
And go over floor plans again and again and again
Until we know the layout by heart
Until we know the doors and windows like the backs
Of our gloved hands
It went down ALMOST flawlessly
We were in and up and inside in mere minutes
But it only takes mere seconds for toilets to flush
And villains to disappear
Sooner rather that later he was caught
Close by and dark clothed he secreted himself next to an officer
In fact, under an officer
He would have gotten away with it
If it hadn't been for those meddling police
With years of crime under his belt
And experiences that I can never comprehend
He wouldn't talk with us; not impolite or uncooperative
But no, he wouldn't talk with us
With a click of the pen and a click of the camera
It was off to the county cages with him
To await his day in court
Leaving us with mountains of paperwork to complete
And the next door to contemplate
Bravo!
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