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