I'll be complete-
today, after I graduate from the police academy-
with my life partner Eve, but soon she'll shreek and laugh at me.
Why? It's simple, she had no interest in becoming a cop.
She needed to get sober, wishing this was all a 'one and done' stop.
She knew of 'Bad Boys' and that 'Fresh Prince' guy was her favorite. Other than that,
being a cop to her was getting to drive around, listening to her latest playlist.
Little did she know, she needed to be active and fit,
not to sit around all day, and what she lacks is a grip-
on what load she chooses to take on. The same old played song :
Underdogs have a chance as long as they play straight and calm.
Good luck!
I on the other hand, had somewhat of another plan.
Since age six I hoped to be a cop with a tough and stern stance.
When help was in demand, I was there to help whoever breathes.
I trained my whole life for today's gold. Feelings measured me-
to be tall enough to kick the world back into an orbit.
With pleasure I remembered I had absorbed the torment.
Days bring gorgeous incentives, night crawls onto my door steps.
Life? I explored it,
at night I mourned it.
I stood tall when-
a lieutenant approached Eve and said, "Congratulations miss."
She was baffled, instantly confused as to how she had made the list.
Not a workout in years, no motivation but to get high,
get drunk with some guys, video games, rent was due last night.
I imagine her in a past life as a cat, with no plans on the horizon.
I felt a vibe I didn't recognize, so I instantaneously grew tired when-
she made her life in one day.
She shined in spite of the sun's gaze!
It was sooooooooooooo inspiring!
I still had the night sky-
but my life took 18 years to not even begin to accomplish-
the blood, sweat and tears that pull me under just to drown in nonsense.
My boat capsized, I thought i've done the rounds with 'progress'.
Made it my whole life, and I still add up to less feelings of a hero.
I cleaned the mirror so I can see my stress reeling in more clearer reflections of timed plots.
Make no mistake, I am a man of my word. I will be a sly cop,
whether or not I have a badge, I will bring fulfillment to my block.
So when Lieutenant Hayes approached me with a cold look,
saying, "See you next year, hopefully." Pissed, I shifted home on foot.
Always pride above all and..
..I knew that one year of college was a requirement to join,
but I figured my passion was enough to admire and coin.
I was surely worth it, I'd be the best cop around who serves a purpose.
Not like my girl with no clue what to expect, dancing nerves so worthless.
I couldn't breathe, wouldn't see the noose if it hung from me.
But I shook the feeling fast, seen the proof since it comes with peace.
Bought a gun and,
as I can recall, I may have pulled the trigger twice.
One for good measure. When asked, "Well, how do you figure?"
I told 'em, "I always aimed for a better life."
...and so I approached God with a smile,
with so little hope, knotted.
Denial.