Editor’s Note: This week’s PoliceOne First Person essay is from PoliceOne Member Mark Green, who has written a poem regarding a bad guy’s perspective. This poem came to us via PoliceOne Columnist Dan Marcou — himself the author of several popular poems here on the site — following Green’s reading of Marcou’s piece, Why cops should be dangerous. Green explained, “Bad guys are out there to hurt cops and if the cop isn’t ready he is going to get hurt, killed, or worse yet, get his partner killed. When the fight of a lifetime arrives, you only have the skills you have already trained. In PoliceOne “First Person” essays, our Members and Columnists candidly share their own unique view of the world. This is a platform from which individual officers can share their own personal insights on issues confronting cops today, as well as opinions, observations, and advice on living life behind the thin blue line. If you want to share your own perspective with other P1 Members, simply send us an e-mail with your story.
By Mark Green
Police1 Member
Them cops call it use of force, a gun, OC, and a baton
But very few of them know how to really take me on
They posture back and forth actin’ like they’re really strong
I just play like I’m compliant and keep baiting them along
They train contact and cover thinkin’ every problem they can fix
I like that even better, now two batons, two guns are in the mix
I can’t wait for that first handcuff, that’s when I jump real bad
Now they’re strugglin’ for their lives, the worst fight they ever had
The cover cop sprays OC thinkin’ it’ll hit me like a punch
He’s outta touch with training, ‘cause I snort that crap for lunch
Now this contact cop is weakenin’ and breathin’ really hard
No real surprise, his only training is mowin’ his back yard
I’m reachin’ for the contact gun, his two-hand grip is pretty tough
That’s when I use my other hand and crush his skull with his own cuff
The cover cop starts to panic when he sees all that liquid red
I’m just warmin’ up, havin’ fun, soon both these punks will be real dead
I got the gun out of the holster, triple retention don’t really work
All I did was push, pull and twist and give a little jerk
Now I’m spraying .40 cal, I know the body armor drill
Two in the chest for hydro-shock, one in the head confirms the kill
I’m glad most cops fool themselves, they just sling a little lead
They got no time for any real training, they’d rather end up dead
