Mr. cop

Tell me once more, Mr. Cop.
What made you become a police officer?
It was your ideals?
It was those TV shows?
It was because you were just fire and stone?
It was because you saw the opportunity to steal?
It was because you wanted to spank the weak?
It was because you wanted to kill?
Tell me true, Mr. Cop.

Now wait a sec, Mr. Cop.
Are you satisfied with what your life became?
Did your ideals survived?
Those TV shows lied?
Your sense of justice took you somewhere?
You already realized?
That you can’t win against the real villains of the story.
Maybe, just maybe, it was a waste of time.
Got your sec, Mr. Cop?

Remember, Mr. Cop.
Do you remember what were your childhood dreams?
Maybe you dreamed of a better place.
After all, you’re an honest man!
You’re not like the movie cops, who just sleep all day.
But your job is just too hard. You got just wasted tasks.
You feel useless, ‘cause your friends don’t want you to be a shame.
And then answer me: it was as good as it seemed?
Forget it, Mr. Cop.