For a while, I worked,
as a security guard.
I wore:
a blue uniform,
a cheap badge,
issued shoes and
stunk
of responsibility.

I was good,
always on time,
dressed to stop:
Solicitors,
street freaks,
sordid
others.

Then it happened,
as it always will.
They issued,
to me,
ME �
of all people!!
A stun gun.

And that was all I needed,
I not only,
had authority,
but also,
a weapon,
to help enforce IT.

Everyone got,
IT.
The Mexican delivery boy- (he looked suspicious Sir)
The Fed-Ex man- (I didn�t trust that package Sir, I heard ticking!)
The car service guy- (I saw him reach into his coat, it could�ve been a gun Sir!!)
Eventually-
The Sir himself- (drunk on power, hung over on beer, dangerous, and I
heard a footstep- whirled,
like a gunslinger,
(I was that fast baby)
reactionary without thought, and
just
shocked away!!!)
Bzzzt, Bzzzt,
Bzzzzzt.
I was tackled from behind,
and,
relieved of my weapon.

Goodbye, I waved-
Goodbye,
my little
electronic enforcer.

While,
lying there,
convulsing, foam and all,
flopped the signer
of my pay checks.

I managed,
to lose that one, right
when, I
was really,
getting into it

I kept the uniform,
badge
and issued shoes.


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