She was walking down the Street, Wearing her tight, fitting enforcer uniform, Though her stomach was suspiciously swollen, She had to herd the drunk yards, As it was the safest job, Orders from her mother, Much to her disappointment, She bumped into you, She raised her gun, Defensively, Then grabbing the bottle of vodka you were holding What on earth happened to you, You look like you came out of a tigers den!
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