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[sid] => 106921
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Cake
[time] => 2005-10-02 06:29:14
[hometext] => A friend of mine was a cop involved in the WTO riots in Seattle, and she witnessed something similar to this.
[bodytext] => I had only been a cop for 2 weeks Y’know, a pig, the fuzz, the “man” Fresh out of the academy Gumshoe, greener, newbie I was excited I had power I had been a small kid And I was psyched to be the enforcer. No real experience yet… Tuesday, November 30, 1999 My first time A riot in Seattle Routine This should be cake. So we cruise on up I can feel the power I’ve got all the gear Night stick, rubber bullets, tear gas People backed off when we came in Made room That shiny cop car One of the old black ’n whites I looked good in my uniform I had a mission, a purpose when I wore it Shiny black boots Rolled up sleeves A smirk on my face Oozing confidence “This’ll be easy” my partner said I smiled “Yeah,” I said, “cake.” But I don’t know what happened When, why how, where My partner, he said they were wild Started shooting the rubber bullets Swinging the riot club I did it too They were everywhere More than us No stopping them One person A woman Came to me, screaming, cursing, her fist in the air My fist in her stomach My boot in her side My club… You don’t know how it is She didn’t move I stood I looked She bled She wheezed I cried My partner said good job But it he was wrong I was wrong None of this was right… It was supposed to be cake… [comments] => 5 [counter] => 239 [topic] => 31 [informant] => miss_jules [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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