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Washed up pencil pusher,
Mep morp zarp;
following every rule in the patrol guide.
Detective wanting his old way,
the other seeking
her rabbi to be on her side.
He strides in, new position,
after so long,
unknowns question why.
New rules into effect,
by new captain.
To start with, wearing a tie.
They butt heads as
he learns to adjust
to this new, stricter way.
A command to be on,
a team, after
being rejected because he’s gay.
Together, now, newly formed
from the old.
Gather round the new crew,
Uniform to bind, front and centre,
ready for some changes,
starting with you.