I joined law enforcement a whole man
With all my body parts.
Over the years, I've left them scattered
on streets and hospital carts.

When a young officer it didn't matter,
I was defending the "American Way"
Now, I'm hurting from my battle wounds
And those parts that have gone astray.

A cyst, caused from bouncing in a car
Was painfully removed from my rear.
Headaches are normal, my hearing is impaired
From the wind whistling past my ear.

My nose has been smashed, both arms broken
And my hair is falling out.
I've got arthritis. tendentious, bone chips
And probably a touch of the gout.

Carpal tunnel caused my hands to go numb
And dome lights have blinded me.
Both legs have been broken
And various parts removed from my knee.

I've been spit upon, stabbed with a knife.
Run over with a car and nearly shot,
Sometimes, I long for the parts
That I've no longer got.

My walk has been altered, my hands unsteady
And my nerves are worn paper thin.
Soon all that will remain of the man I was
Is the Cleft I have in my chin.

When I die, it's anyone's guess
How much will be left of me.
If my funeral costs are based on what's left,
I should be buried free.