You lousy Pigs just gave me a speeding ticket.
I won’t pay it, you know where you can stick it!
You lousy Pigs don’t frighten me by putting your hands on your guns.
I’ll kick you both in the nads and you’ll be lying on the ground when I’m done.
I just mooned you and now I’m covering your ticket with pee.
Why the hell are you lousy Pigs slapping the handcuffs on me?
This is a fictional poem.