The Cruiser

To see them in your rearview mirror

When they're right behind you

Is to feel the slender fingers of terror

Closing in around you

Just the very sight of them

Bearing down upon you

Strikes fear in even the bravest of men

When they find themselves surrounded

Clean as a whistle and sober as a church mouse

Red and blue lights nevertheless make you nervous

Flying down the road, no drugs in the vehicle

Papers intact, you're a legal eagle

From out of nowhere flashing lights appear

The cruiser's hungry, hulking leer

Garish and blinding, stark and insistent

Repetitious and redundant

Paranoia rears its unreasonable head

As you pull off to the side

Shaking fingers wipe the sweat from your head

As the cruiser drives on by instead