Cops at a Party

[dedalus]

Ten-four.
Siren.
Knock down the fuckin door.
Get on the floor, now, now, NOW!!
Gunshot.
Wham-da-blam-da-blam-blam-blam!
OK, what we got here?
Two perpetrators
and three dead kids.
O shit!
Call it in.
Can we throw the kids out in the garden,
say it was an outside deal?
Get real.
So how does it feel,
Detective Inspector?
Feels fine, just pass the wine
you motherfucker.

[J.R.Pearson]

Hey Ded another poem of yurs that has wicked good imagery! This is short and killer....i am nt one who usually
promotes swearing in a poem ....but here i happen to know a few cops and lets say they have a certian predispostion to
foul language.


Loved it.
JR

[dedalus]

This one sort of popped out ... it is a bit raw, not my usual style, though I've been criticized for language before. I reckon if the language fits the theme and circumstances, just go ahead and use it. Damn the torpedoes, sort of thing.

[beautifulloser]

Hey Ded

Liked it, got some energy to it, I think this is just the use of language which as you say suits the mood. Could see this working well set to the right music, has an eratic nature to it that'd perhaps suit a Pere Ubu song.

Nice one
BL
x

[twoleftfeet]

Brendan,

Is DI a rank in the American police force?

Geoff

[dedalus]

No, Geoff, it isn't. But it reads better than Detective Third Grade. Incidentally, have you read the DI Banks series by Peter Robinson? Morse, move over ...

Brendan

[twoleftfeet]

Incidentally, have you read the DI Banks series by Peter Robinson? Morse, move over ...
Brendan

No, but I'll keep an eye out for it.