I remember a time,
long, long ago,
when cops walked
a serious beat.
Flat Foot,
Pounding pavement,
Walking the neighborhood.
Checking in on neighbors...
Hi, Howard,
How's your day?
Swell, thanks!
See ya round...
These days,
Officer Howdy rides in a tank,
dressed in a kevlar shell,
Head filled with regulation and
Racial prejudice,
Built.
Right.
In.
How far can you be
From neighborly
and still see your neighbor
in me?
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