As tires grip the shoulder,
and engine hum comes to a stop.
The red and blue in rear-view mirror,
A good man dressed up like a cop.
Son, do you know how fast you drove,
when your car sped past my gun.
I'm certain it was far too fast.
The fat man in the stretched-out car
just waved and smiled
around his cigar.
as he drove past the scene,
seventy-five on county BB.
Fifty-thousand dollar donation
just three months ago.
Do you think the department forgot?
He's paid his due, we let it go.
Son, I'm going to let you off with this,
a warning to slow the hell down.
But look out, the cruiser's a 2010.
Karl might have been wrong
about how to run his country.
But he sure knew how things work
in Outagamie county.
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