Forgive me father for I have sinned

My patience for hoodlums is wearing thin

These quota numbers must be hit

To achieve this goal I can’t just sit

So out comes the baggie full of coke

Into the pocket of this poor bloke

Evidence starts to materialize

And cases grow right before your eyes

Reasonable doubt is a standard too strict

I prefer a quicker way to convict

Some think I’m evil by playing the part

Of cop, judge, & jury - I think I’m smart

Due process, dear suspect, for me but not thee

I’ll see you in court, only one of us free