Revised sonnet #1508
I wear the second hand old cop black shoes
And matching vetis up and down Raap st
I click clack cleats I latch on concrete clues
A citizens arrest reads such conceit
Especially I hate the homeless ruse
A poor excuse the seething summer heat
Im subsidised too no I neednt cheat
Through nanny state I landed flat and views
Your cops a biro pushing bureaucrat
Regression from a macho marching ape
I wear a sort of superhero cape
A wig it isnt more a mousy mat
The vetis volts jolt hobo whore or nark
I squint at chest and fire off shocking spark
Chorus nark informant telltale