Safe in my flat, I hear the sirens wail.
No mermaids these, oh no! Cops and robbers
Racing down Regent Road. Thieves out on bail,
Driving their usual uninsured nicked cars.
What should they do when they’re not behind bars?
Would you give them a job, risk your money
On thugs on drugs? Thought not. Besides, welfare’s
There to support them because you and me
Don’t trust ’em. Enlightened society
Can’t execute ’em. But when they all fail
To live on their pittances, offences
Reoccur, and once more they are not free.
And so a life of crime, bent as a nail,
Is the chosen option by them and us.
Thur 20 Dec 2007
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