It's no secret I'm not fond of Arizona's Sheriff Joe.
He can feel how he feels, but his methods are so-so.
He enjoys enforcing the law with extreme gusto
and doesn't care if the impact feels like a low blow.
Now he and Steven Segal are filming reality TV,
earning fame doing things that seem senseless to me.
(They somehow managed to kill an innocent puppy
when their tank and SWAT team raided a property.)
They say they were putting an end to cock fights,
and I definitely feel for the fighting cocks' plights,
but I can't say the Sheriff's actions promote animal rights.
It'd be better if they'd lived to have more fun nights.
Perhaps there was no available rooster rescue
to provide a happier, more peaceful venue,
where they could do the things that roosters do,
like frolic outdoors and yell cock-a-doodle-do!
Still, I'd rather see the Sheriff open his own retail store
where he could sell rescued roosters, gangster's guns and more.
Find a better way to be rough and tough, I implore.
Sheriff, stories of your lawsuits are becoming a bore.
© Rachel Hoyt 2011. All rights reserved.
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