Police Is Near Poem by Sotirios Skoufis

The neighbor died
In other bed
79
Went cold and white

My dad's all right
He's still alive
Without a fight
He's on survive

People are calling
And do complain
There is this lawyer
Calling me names

He yells at me
And threatens me
I'm a rich kid he says
And creates tense

He called me bump
And insincere
Well I'm not Trump
My job is here

He wants some money
Supposedly debt
For sugar honey
Wants to collect

If people'd try
To understand
That nothing happens
By command

At least not with me
I'm not afraid
of him or her
What do they want

I have no fear
They threaten me again
Then one is clear
Police is near