Don't Do It Again

We were driving;

2 of us in the passenger seat,

4 in the back

My friend was driving,

Wearing a construction hat

Where he got

From God knows where

We got behind some old woman,

Driving 40km,

We passed her

And the dude next to me

Flipped her the bird,

Threw her the finger,

Raised his middle

Her face was one of utter shock

We died laughing

Next thing, a car pulls up

Next to us

The guy driving signals

For us to follow him

We freak out

"He has our number plate"

"So what? He isn't a cop"

"Hey, isn't your dad a superintendent or something?"

"What, my dad? He doesn't even know I smoke.."

We followed the car 

My friend pulled over

And said:

"Gimme all the chewing gums you have,

Breath sweets."

We yielded

And he went 

The man said he was a retired cop

And we should follow him

To the station

We did so

With much erratic behaviour;

The guy next to me

Painted the picture

Of our asses getting raped,

I smoked ten cigarettes,

The other guy threw his stash out the window

We arrived,

My friend got out

And went in

Moments later he returned,

Sat in the car,

Rolled up the windows

And said:

"We're going home, boys."

Later it emerged that the old lady

Had demanded he be locked up

And he had gotten down,

On his knees,

And begged

"Please, officer, I won't do it again, I promise."

It must have been convincing

For the officer

Acquiesced 

"Ok, don't do it again."

I can't vouch

For if he did it again

But at least

We didn't go to jail

© Dean R Boic 2015