The Fascist – a poem

The Fascist comes in many flavors

Each one fruitier than the last

They suck you dry to please the players

Then gouge their eyes to deny their past

White, black, brown, yellow

Red, blue, purple, and pink

Hold your nose on principle

There’s no dissolving the Fascist stink

They smoke their weed and push what’s left

While Kevlar hides their Fascist heft

Arrogance clouds their faulty senses

And embarrassment takes care of the rest

The real police learned long ago

Corruption breeds compliant pain

‘Till True Detectives dare to know

Ignorance will hide our shame

-BWU