Shiny button-down clown suit

Oxymoron

Expand the simplest of chores

Oxymoron

Mr. constant consternation

And his declaration of war

Makes a fist out of demands

With his plasticene hands

Matey makes a big big deal

Oxymoron

And matey makes a big big meal

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Boasts of a conscience so big

It means his uniform won’t fit

Cooking books and punching drunks

Working for the real crooks

The good cop

Oxymoron

The good cop

Oxymoron

I don’t believe in the good cop

At the ticket inspector ’s party

Oxymoron

Prison guards eye store detectives

Oxymoron

All good fighters of crime

Same repeated chat-up line:

’are you well tooled up?

Come and have a go if you think

You’re hard enough’

Watch them tighten their straps

Oxymoron

Yes sir I switched on the taps

Oxymoron

Heads to crack, eyes to black

Beaurocrats will cover your tracks

Here’s how dictatorships begin:

Fools obey without thinking

The good cop

Oxymoron

I don’t believe in the good cop