Kamikaze Kazuta

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The shift began routinely, just like any other day,

Get a car and radio, he would soon be on his way.

No marked units could be found, nothing he could drive,

He finally got a brand new car, heading out at five.

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Borrowed from the Kiddie Kops, their unmarked pride and joy,

Walking to the compound, he hunted out his toy.

With a warning from the kiosk, not to break the car,

Aaron started off for work, he did not get too far.

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Finding where the car was parked, was only half the fun,

Kazuta was so eager, to see how it would run.

He jumped into the unit, his gear all neatly stowed,

The screen of the computer, just then brightly glowed.

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Aaron started forward, as he read the message screen,

The crunching sound that followed, enough to make him green.

Surveying all the damage, that ran right down the side,

And the buckled left front fender, of the unit there beside.

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Not knowing how to hide it, his blood was running cold,

Maybe he was lucky, and that damage would be old.

No such luck, the car brand new, paint flakes on the ground,

Accl and the NCO, arrived to look around.

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Now our brand new hero, P.C. One Seven Twenty-One,

Is the latest of our victims, at which to poke some fun.

Somehow I don't think Aaron, will have much more he can do,

Kamikare Kazuta Killed, Kiddie Kop Kars, two.

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PC664T.J.Gowdyk 96-03-16 (134)