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I just want to preface this by saying that I'm posting this here in good faith. The position I've come to is based on my experience as a criminal defence solicitor, and I'm genuinely interested in what the response of police officers might be. I recognise you'll have a perspective and experience that's different from mine.

Through my work, I've arrived at the view that though those in charge of UK policing (as well as those on the ground) are to some extent guilty of having their cake and eating it when it comes to policing less serious crimes.

On the one hand, our parliament has chosen to make a huge number of very minor anti-social behaviours criminal. For example, it a crime to behave

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Last March, my ankles sank like anchors. Took

All chance of knowing what's beyond me. Left

My blood to hawk from cell to cell a doomed

Rebellion.

No one had warned old age would swoop like death,

Would come as suddenly as rage. Not told

To pick a favourite pose for when, mid-thought,

The record stops.

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His schemes for self-improvement bought
Permission to be still at night.
To cross an item off his list
Was happiness.

She reached each day into her throat
And pulled from it a sequinned cloak
She wore to dazzle Death with trite
Complexities.

So neither had an answer fit
To play their private god and yet
Sufficed to keep them busy whilst,
Love did its work.

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She opened up a vegan chicken shop

Opposite Hackney Meat and Poultry Market.

She liked the devil in her sights, she’d say.

The chefs had piercings in their cheeks and foreheads.

Her lipstick spread so high above her lips

It hurt to look at. No one had good teeth.

She’d done it up to look like Chicken Cottage –

All primary colours. Though she’d groan when boys

in puffers made a show of walking out,

Their stiff performances brought purpose to

The day-to-day of deep fat frying wheat

Gluten. So she’d grow lighter as they entered.

In fact, life seemed to weigh a little less

in there. The staff mimed 90’s ballads to

Each other.