![]() ![]() Flashes, a siren, the stretched-out roar. Get on the ground now.Įach time it begins in the same way, it doesn't begin the same way, each time it begins it's the same. Then why are you pulling me over? Why am I pulled over? Put your hands where they can be seen. I wasn't speeding? You didn't do anything wrong. Then flashes, a siren, a stretched-out roar-and you are not the guy and still you fit the description because there is only one guy who is always the guy fitting the description. Our motion is wearing you out and still you are not that guy. In a landscape drawn from an ocean bed, you can't drive yourself sane-so angry you are crying. ![]() ![]() Yes officer rolled around on my tongue, which grew out of a bell that could never ring because its emergency was a tolling I was meant to swallow. ![]() I opened my briefcase on the passenger seat, just so they could see. I left my client's house knowing I would be pulled over. Then I just knew.Īnd you are not the guy and still you fit the description because there is only one guy who is always the guy fitting the description. Everywhere were flashes, a siren sounding and a stretched-out roar. I knew whatever was in front of me was happening and then the police vehicle came to a screeching halt in front of me like they were setting up a blockade. ![]()
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