They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?

(Warning, this poem contains actual language
From the Georgia State Police Dept.)

Lady Jane
Of which we’re Fonda
In a
Marathon humiliation
For fame they
Some
Will do whatever
Needs taken
But
For every user
Of fake n’
Self-obsession
There’s
Primary sourced
Evidence possession
For every Police
Every force for the bad
There’s force for the good
For every state
There’s cause for the hate
For every act of
Follower engagement
There’s evidential
And rightful proper
Enragement
State
Segregation cop
Gets commendation
Wait
Folks
Let’s hear it
The highway horseman’s mouth
It opens
To a haywain
Pulled-over vehicle
‘They shoot horses don’t they?’
No
“We only shoot black
People”