Punk

This is a look at Criminal Justice.

Bang, Bang the alarm sounds.

You grab the loot time to escape.

One Adam- Twelve arrives,

Tells us you’re on the run.

 

Faster, Faster drive you fool.

Evil Knievel and his two wheels spy you,

Mr. Motorola sends his signals.

Tells us where you run.

 

Watch it, watch it the traffic scatters.

Frantic rush for safety.

Eye spy says the bear who flies.

Now you’ve nowhere to run.

 

Wipe out, wipe out your wheels give out.

Hop, skip, and jump to get away.

K-nine on scene, time to bite.

Please run, run.

 

 

Bite, bite grapple and drag.

Still want to fight?

How’s a little mace with fifty-thousand volts feel?

These boots are made for stomping.

 

One size fits most, click.

You have the right to remain silent.

Black and white taxi service.

Three squares a day and a bunk, punk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Percy]

reminds me of ''how to get beat by the cops'' by Neil Hilborn