Policed to meet you

Fuzz.

Pig.

Fascist.

I’ve had all the derogatory sobriquets slung at me.

But I keep walking the beat.

And I keep running into some of the worst society has to offer.

“Hey. Just what do you think you’re doing here?”

“Yeah, you. This area is for authorized personnel only. I can’t have you just hanging around. Sorry, but you’ll need to move on.”

“Wait. Who’s that over there? You’re just not gonna make this easy are you?”

I never wanted to be a detective. I never wanted to be a chief.

I just wanted respect.

I am Cone Alone.

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