The blue and red lights flashed upon the scene.
I don't remember feeling as serene
As I did before being asked to lay down.
All prostrate with my hands on the ground.
The yuge breasts popped into and out of my mind,
As Officer Cat-turd Breath simply replied,
You sick Son of a Bitch, I should kill you right here...
And with that struck me right on my left ear.
The coppery blood, hot and red,
Poured from my ear and over my head.
Pinned to the pave by Officer Cat-turd breath,
His knee on my neck, I struggle to take a breath.
But those breasts, those breasts so divine,
For those I would have given a line.
I'm a doctor, I'm rich, or some of that sot.
Not I'm getting turnt with nana in the parking lot.
edit on 6-3-2017 by the owlbear because: (no reason given)
edit on 6-3-2017 by the owlbear because: (no reason