Whatcha gonna do?

Come on, sing it with me, "Bad boys!Bad boys!What'cha gonna do? What'cha gonna do when they come for you?" Truer words were never spoken. What are you gonna do when they come for you? I like to think that I'm a man in a shark tank known as NYC and of course, they pigs are the sharks(lol@ pigs are sharks. Where do I come up with this stuff?). Anyway, the pigs are the sharks and every little thing I do is me bleeding more into the water and attracting them. No. I'm no crook, but that's because I don't have to be in order to be harassed(lucky me). What is it about cops that make them ALL so arrogant? Yes, ALL. Fuck 'em all! As I'm driving home last night, what pulls up in front of me? A Chevy Impala going soooooooo slooooooooooooow, right in the middle of two lanes resulting in me and everyone else behind them having no passage. Of course, if I were to go around their slow asses they'd likely get with flashing the lights and such. What do I do? NOTHING and it hurt! See, the truth of the matter is, when they[the pigs] come for you, you can't do a damn thing except take the non-lubed shafting that they're anxiously awaiting to hand out. It is for that very reason why I flip every last one of them the bird when I see them! Try it. You'd be surprised how good it feels. Thats my rant for today. Till next time folks,keep ya middle fingers up!