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He Called The Police

By Bud Lemire

I really thought, he might be a friend
Yet sometimes he acted strange, and again
I wondered about him, when he lost his temper at me
Then at times, he acted a bit goofy

When he called the police, on my friend
And he called them, again and again
Was he truly, someone you could call a friend
Why did he, keep following the same trend

None of it, made sense to me
He was acting, like he was crazy
Nobody calls the police, five times on his friends
It was about time, that his craziness ends

He's been told, he's not to play dice anymore
Calling the police, won't even the score
I've made up my mind
Kicked him out on his behind

We don't want a friend like that
Who'll call the police, he's a rat
He thinks he's winning, a game that he's losing
He should never, have ever been accusing


©Sep 11, 2024 Bud Lemire

Author Note:


We were just out for some fun, and when he started
calling the police and making it a habit. He took it
too far. He called the Police five times on the dice
players. He called the Police five times on the director
of the Harbor Tower. His last time he was trying to get
the director to drop the eviction on him. When he wouldn't,
he called the police on him. He thinks he's in control and wants to control everyone. In truth, he is out of control.

I hate being mean to anyone, but he crossed the line too
many times.


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