Lock myself in my house
And forget about life's sauce.
For I feel safe no more
Every time I step out the door.
Report it to the police
For those whose eyes we see malice.
Focus on the case
After I describe the man's face.
3 months without a new lead,
Yet your big mouth you still feed.
Looking more like a big boulder
The more you grow older.
Put the sugar dough down,
And investigate until new evidence is found.
Only then you'll truly be content
When you lock up those who torment.
The day you begin to take pride in your work,
To everyone that shall come as a shock.
But that'll be the greatest day in history,
As you go out there and solve mysteries.
A/N
Hooray...
That was one about the incompetent police department...no offence if you're a cop but that was to the lazy ones(You know yourselves)
Like always...constructive criticism
I don't think I'll need to say this as often with the coming poems
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