In the early morn on the city street <br />Druggies, prostitutes, drunks i meet <br />I see them all, they know the score <br />Dregs of humanity to the core <br /> Each night i patrol the taverns and bars <br />Fights and drunks driving cars <br />I pick them up, locked in a cell <br />Then they tell me to go to hell <br />They sleep it off, this is their home! <br />They have no one to atone <br /> The cells smell of urine and of sick <br />Junkies, needles another trick! <br />Working life is no fantasy <br />To a policewoman like me! called Marie!<br /><br />Bob Gibson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-cop/
