Like a bull in a cage
He snorts and rants,
He is discontent
To what others will bend.
An owl that oogles,
Sharp ears and eyes.
Self-appointeď lawman,
In judgement he lies.
He stutters and spatters
Out words meant to sting.
His hellish deliverence.
No comfort it brings.
The message is clear
Be careful, don’t fray.
The lawman is watching
To catch his next pray.
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