An Unlucky Haitian In a NYC Police Station One day outside a nightclub Abner Louima ran into the Wrong person. Not a killer. It happened to be a New York City cop. This cop exchanged words with him over a minor commotion outside a nightclub And decided that Louima Was a smart ass. And this cop in a spasm Of righteousness Decided to administer A warped version Of ‘to protect and to serve” He arrested him on a whim. Gave a phony pretext. To the suits at their desks And later took him to A police station bathroom. But pissing in the toilet Or admiring his reflection Wasn’t on his mind. The cop took a Toilet plunger And split Louima’s ass Cheeks In a way he would Never forget. No lubrication Just shear brutality Of one demented mind Getting even with a Hapless victim Who was shrieking In pain. The cop felt so powerful and manly. As Abner walked Out with his pants down Around his ankles Groaning a police colleague Blurted out “what smells like shit?” (this is really true!) A cover up was attempted And the police Code of Silence Of crimes of their own Fell apart And the Cop with Plunger Plunged into his own Comeuppance In a special ward of The prison designed To prevent him from Being turned into A bitch and Getting fucked in the ass by inmates Seeking revenge To those who uphold the Law. Abner Louima was turned Into an unwitting icon Of police corruption And was never asked If he wanted this. It just happened Perhaps within the Divine masterplan. He became a multimillionaire Financed by the taxpayers, And big chunks were siphoned Off by his lawyers Like Hyenas picking apart A fallen Zebra. As Abner ponders all this Trying to make any sense of it, He sits with a colostomy bag Collecting feces That his bowels can’t Dispel anymore.