Posted: 03/09/2013 at 12:11
The Bully and the Policeman (continued)
The Station couldn't help, they said,
"You don't work here no more.
Try mediation," said The Station.
"Try knocking at his door."
Is what I'd like to try!
I'll tear his hinges off his gate!
I'll make 'im want t' die!
One punch could once've sorted this!
Thought our expublic worker.
Keen and mean, I'd really lean
Upon this beeping shirker!
Harassment? I'd show you 'harass'
If still I had my youth!
I'd have 'im shaking in 'is shoes:
Hard or just uncouth!
But now uncouth was winning out,
Uncouth and youth was stronger;
His policemen days had felt too long
But now these felt much longer.
While trying to work with nature now
With weeds and pests embattled,
That garden pest was besting him
And really had him rattled.
Then at last he saw the parallel
And wished he had done more
To resolve the public grievances
That came now to his door.
He saw the waste of latter years
Once age had cooled his fire:
His desk, his chair, his thinning hair -
His waiting to retire.
But it wasn't meant to be like this,
He'd hoped to have more fun.
I tell you what: that policeman's lot
Was not a happy one.
X. X. X.