so i look at the cop & i say to him,
i say right to his stubbly, pretty cop face,
i say "you don't know me man, you don't know me."
& he shoves me a little, back against my car
& he mumbles some over practiced warning
about "controlling my temper" but all i can do is
laugh out loud at the overly zealous bulge in his
stupid brown polyester pants.
so he cracks my jaw with the end of his flashlight,
pretty sure that will "knock that silly smirk off your face!"
so i go soft.
he loads me in his car & then gets a frantic slur of chatter
over his radio as he climbs in the front.
after responding ever so heroically
to the chain of numbers & colors
with a voice he could only get from hours upon hours
of watching & practicing t.j. hooker lines,
he jumps up & lets me out.
un-keys my hands, spits on my shoes & tells me i'm free to go.
i get that same smirk on my face,
although it's slightly swollen this time, but before i could
even say a word he drives away.
i'm free to go.
ha, what a gold-bricker.
what a stupid gold-bricker.
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