Officer Daddy in the 60's
He worked me like a perp.
I was cursed and body searched,
legs kicked apart spread eagle.
If I failed to come clean, officer
daddy shuffled my ass into the jail cell
I helped him build in the downstairs playroom.
I either fessed-up and recanted or I did hard time.
On my twelfth birthday, our in-house lawman
locked me down for the entire month of May
for questioning the badge of his authority.