I texted this to my partner, and thought it was funny enough to post here. Remember, I composed this on the fly in like 20 seconds, so don’t expect Yeats. It’s about this incident:

Just doing backflips with my gun, dancing like I can be seen by no one;
Suddenly a boom! Oh no, I shot someone in the room!
Oh well, I’m FBI — I’m like Trump, I can just shoot a guy.
Ah well, the flip was sweet, and now my dance is complete —
Back to collaring the poor and the black,
And for that spraying bullets doesn’t hold you back.