Wail of siren blares into disrupted vision of sound,
blue and red prelude flashing before my eyes;
Car stops abruptly,
in middle of road,
amidst the chocking fog;
no apparernt reason,
as sinister figure of deputy,
swaggers over with siniser gate,
strides out of cruiser,
badge of authority glaring uncomfortably in sun,
glaring through fog,
disrupting my vision,
as glint of gold catches my eye,
heartbeat elevated;
drip of sweat creeps slowly down,
crawling down inside of my thigh.
"Looks like busted tail light,"
deputy says in hushed and husky voice,
voice crawls under skin,
and I feel the stink of sin,
seep past skin down into my very soul,
as shiver is illicted from my body,
beyond my fears control.
Deputy leans over,
unnecessarily close,
feel snarl of snake play upon his lips,
as look of violation plays across his face,
look of inquiry into my very depths,
penetrating into blood.
I see sinister look in roving eyes,
stare glaring past dark sunglasses,
look of utter authority,
that dares me to question,
so that night stick may be introduced upside my skull.
Hand of deputy wanders down to gun,
stroke of gun like phallus,
seems death threat of deputy,
has already begun.
I look away,
feeling stare boring past sunglasses into my eyes,
staring down into my lies,
deputy walks over slowly,
to tail light opposite already broken one,
deputy smashes remaining tail light with night club;
tail light shatters into razor sharp debris,
debris sharp enough to cut me silently,
if deputy wishes to cut me,
perhaps kill me,
while nobody around to see.
Deputy strides back over calmly to me,
leaning over sinister,
breath stinking of whiskey and corruption,
and deputy says "don't let it happen again."
Deputy strides away,
and I see man in handcuffs,
squirming in backseat,
somehow look of innocence tattooed all over his body,
emanating from his face,
...I swear I hear muffled voice issuing from closed back trunk,
but I dare not question devilish deputy,
stinking with evil,
drunk on power;
soul is sunk,
and I wonder with chill down to my very bones
"Just how many people has deputy killed today?"
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