No Go Popo

You don’t call nine one one

To get help from anyone

The mother told her son

One truthful morn.

The kid, he had been born

To a mom with loads of scorn.

For the Popo’s tootin’ horn.

Oh, they were this and that.

Which was mostly crap

Cause they were just good at

Fooling, and boy, they fooled.

The citizens all were schooled.

That you don’t call the Popo.

Less you want to go-go

Somewhere that is no joke.

A thin blue line choke hold.

And buddy, you crossed the line.

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