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“When you go to the restroom, you have to go through a certain procedure to be able to do that when you have all your equipment on. And at times, you know, you’re human — you have something on your mind…. But being arrested for being human is not ideal.”

An elderly constable in a commode

Unholstered his big loaded Glock

That was the only way that he knowed

To free up his piss-swollen cock

But – you know – he’s human

Had something on his mind

Tried to recall lines from Schumann…

And then he was needing to dry his behind

Cuz he had to do

Numbers One and Two

“Ah! That’s better! And now lemme

Forget for the rest of the day that I left my semi

Out here for all the little tykes

Who come to court on school field trips

And find a toy to let them strike

Classmates who give them lip.”

Margaret Soltan, August 30, 2024 11:59AM
Posted in: guns, poem

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