Policing

I do not need policing,
Nor do I care for your pleasing,
You barge in with authority,
As if you have clarity,
You scare me with your sticks and stones,
I abhor you, you uniform-dressed drones,
In your presence, chaos and anarchy ensue,
Yet, you don't have a clue.

I will not enrich you with my care,
But, your ignorance, I will not bear,
You will suffer when I prevail,
And to you, they will find no trail,
Mark my words, your days are few,
And to this promise, I shall be true.