Five o'clock is very early in the morning,
Not for me though,
I saw a patrolling cop slide by the corner of my eye,
Silent and creepy,
An apparition of sorts telling me to go back to sleep,
He will catch me breaking my curfew,
Not today he won't,
In a blink he was gone,
Like the band 82,
Tracking me down like the devil himself,
Watch out guys it's the next Ghost Rider,
Flying away with your soul,
Catching the good guys instead,
Got to love the PO,
Just hear what they did to Johnny,
Trying to save his mother from an electrical fire.
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Comments (1)
So sad, but still like this tone of the poem. Excellent writing.