Posted: 12/25/2007 4:43:17 AM EST
[Last Edit: 12/25/2007 4:53:08 AM EST by Wave]
Be safe to all those working today. God Bless us all!
|'Twas the night before Kwanzaa, and all through the slum, |
Not a creature was stirring, not even a bum.
The children had braided their cornrows with care,
In the hope that Saint Sharpton would soon be there.
The Crips and the Bloods made their holiday peace;
As the protesters protested: "#*%$ tha police!"
The Jews and Koreans hid under their beds,
While visions of rioters danced in their heads.
In a crackhouse some pipeheads were lighting a rock,
When all of a sudden there arose a loud knock.
And what to their wondering eyes did appear,
But New Yorks' Finest, in full riot gear!
Boards fell from the window and crashed to the floor,
One landed in front of a twelve-year-old ##%#+.
The cops went to work with their nightsticks in hand,
Swinging at heads as the homeboys ran.
A beating ensued as they tried to escape,
But nobody got it on videotape.
A greeting was heard as they managed to flee:
"Merry Christmas, you savages, from the NYPD!"