Tea Party

 

  You know life’s not fair. No one ever said it was. The sky was never blue. It’s not our fault you didn’t notice the storm clouds. 

  Took no heed of the drizzle. The foreboding thunder. The not so distant flash of lightning as the night began to stretch itself out.

  They never showed their badges like they do in the movies. Never wrapped the victim in a blanket. Telling her the ambulance was on the way. To hold tight. Not despair. Justice would be served. They’ll catch the guys who did it.

  She thanked them for their kindness. They give her their card. Asked her if there’s anything else they could do. Feeling supported for once. No longer a victim to be blamed.

  LOOK AT WHAT THE STUPID WHORE WAS WEARING! She was asking for it. They’d shove their cocks into her if they got the chance. Beat her into submission. Give her exactly what she deserves.

  They drag the screams from your throat. Crush your windpipe. Strings of droll hanging from your chin. The whites of your eyes swallowing pupil and iris.

  They force you to lie face down on the sweltering asphalt. Shoot you in the back if you have the audacity to try and run away. 

  They don’t care for your uppity tiara. Want to make damn sure you understand you’re not a princess. They’ll smash up your tea party. Plant drugs in your dolls. 

  Won’t let your wife comfort you. Choking on a death rattle. Not understanding what’s happened. Forcing her to get on her knees. Calm down. Everything’s going to be alright.

  Of course, he’s not going to make it. ARE YOU A FUCKING RETARD? Did you see what we just did? Didn’t even bother turning off our body cameras. Don’t believe your lying eyes. Everyone’s tampering with our footage. 

  It’s not as bad as it seems. It’s just a nigger covered in its own black blood. The poor and defenseless drowned in violent squalor. Shot down in pursuit of the American Dream.

  A jury of our peers will always make sure we get off. Get away with everything under the sun. 

  We bill the tax payers for the ammo we pump into them. Make sure we get military grade toys to squash any uprising. Keep the populace under our thumbs. Keep our knees on their necks. We don’t care if they can’t breathe. That’s the point. 

  You made us do this. It’s your own fault for exercising your rights. Thinking you were free. There’s no autonomy where we’re concerned. We never believed in law and order. We just want to bash someone’s skull in.

  The only way you’re getting out of our handcuffs is if you’re eight and they don’t fit. Otherwise you’ll feel them digging into your wrists. Making them bleed. Too tight? Tough shit.

  Your begging does no good. We’re deaf to your entreaties. We want something to brag about at the station house. A reason to give each other high fives. Become more confident in our tyranny.

  Routine traffic stops are opportunities for rape. Still get a ticket afterwards. Taunting you with a court date. Any lawsuit will be ruled in our favor. 

  We like the way you look with a bullet hole in your head. Lying broken in both body and spirit. Dealing with PTSD so terrible, you end up taking your own life. 

  Doing our jobs for us. Allowing us to have a slow day. We deserved leisure time too. Entitled to our vacations. We can only work so many days in a row. 

  It gets exhausting protecting and serving. We have such hard jobs. Never get any thanks. The whole country should throw us a parade. Show us nothing but adulation. Lick our boots until they can see their own busted faces in them. Wipe off the smears of blood with their obedient tongues.