Glen Martin Fitch


Good Cop - Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

'Sit down. Relax.
Just tell me
from the start.'
'I didn't plan on
getting in this mess.
I strive to be a
helpful man.
I guess I see a soul in need
- right to my heart.'
'Go on? '
'This isn't easy here, you know.
I've needs as well.
I told that bad ass cop,
I offered aid.
I reached.
Then I heard 'Stop! '
But why?
I meant no harm.
You've done that, no? '
'Come on.'
'That hurt.
To me, that too's assault.
Why prey upon
my vulnerability?
From nice to nasty!
Why? I mean, ‘Why me? ’
I'm sorry things went bad.
It's not my fault.
No, I'm the victim here.
My record's clean.'
'You're fifty-four, sir.
She's just seventeen.'


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013


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