PoCops Rule the Streets of Victoria

I am not a big fan of the police. "Just give them a wide berth" I advise the millions of young people influenced by my opinions.

A few years ago, I witnessed the tasering of a homeless person. He was lying on the pavement, hands behind his back, and three cops were kicking and beating him. Two more came and tasered him twice.

"Whoah!" I said in my pinkest, femmiest voice. "Do you think you might be over-doing it, boys."

Maybe they didn't like being called "Boys!" One of them lunged at me, screaming. "Get out of here, Bitch, or I 'll hit your head off."

Not having the martial arts skills of my sixteen year old granddaughter ( called capitaine, killer and ballbreaker at Capoiera)I backed off, but I did later file a complaint with the watch commander,

NATURALLY, IT WAS MY WORD AGAINST THE MEN IN BLUE; AND THEY WON.

I no longer give to cop charities or write poems for their functions.

Needless to say, I was horrified when my TEAM POETRY was assigned adjunct cops at Raise A Reader.

Shite. I imagined citations for every move necessary to accosting strangers on the street and relieving them of their money.

Grumble grumble. As the morning ground on, I noticed one of the cops was a total babe magnet, every chick on the street becoming a virtual money tree.

The Chief of police actually shook down a tour bus.

I still don't love cops, but I like them better than I did.

Team Poetry made top dollar and we went way over the top with a generous literacy donation from a ninety-three year old poet...... PK Page. I have had my differences with PK over the years. Nothing like the cops, but differences. However, when it comes to matters of substance rather than style, PK and I are always on the same page.

The kids who deserve to read are better for it.

Yes to Team Poetry!