“The police are not here to create disorder,
they're here to preserve disorder.”
—Richard J. Daley
Mother loaded Officer Prodigy into her vehicle;
and drove him from “The Land of Lincoln” to the
“Badger State” to play policeman
on protestors with his wonderful assault weapon…
By nightfall he’d shot 3. Killed 2. Skip the academy!
Go straight to the streets: ’hood, barrio, reservation!
Skip the academy! He knew to shoot first and answer
questions in court. He knew sci-fi, Pig Latin and the 5
White magic words:
“…I feared for my life…” “I feared for my safety—“
(Feared it wouldn’t release fast enough for kill shots)
Officer Prodigy did everything right. Cleaned up for
court. Raised his right hoof, testi-lyin—Oscar-winning
performance complete with crocodile tears…He did
everything right making his bones. Earning his bent badge;
his grim reaper-death head tats. Earning notches on his rifle
butt. Earning access to blu klux klan bar rituals—earning his
Handcuffs, taser, mace and gun belt.
Officer Prodigy did everything right. Earned Fraternal Order
of Police-Benevolent Patrolmen Association props from top
cops! Earned cop college education—one night school class
in the University of the Streets…
On to master classes with Clubber Williams; Choker Vasquez;
Gloves Davis; Jude “The Foot Doctor” Sipano and other All Star
instructors! On to finishing school—learning how to keep “War
bags’ full of throwaway guns, knives and dope in the trunk of his
cruiser—Learning how to plant ‘evidence’/“put’ cases on” people!
Oh, what a wonderful start when he walks—or is wrist-slapped!
There’ll be victory laps, bar-hops, celebrating his kills, his walk.
Bet there’ll even be a brand new patrol car parked beneath his
Christmas tree, emblazoned in bone white letters, “To protect
© 2021. Raymond Nat Turner, The Town Crier. All Rights Reserved
Former forklift driver/warehouse worker/janitor, Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. You can Vote for his work at: