Desk Jockey
You're someone I admire,
Because you see things through.
Upholding the rule of law,
That means something to you.
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Your hands are sometimes dirty,
But your spirit remains clean.
You face the drear of Vancouver,
From the dregs to thugs obscene.
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I remain here at the desk,
I can't often catch your eye.
My mind tells me it's silly thought,
My heart urges me to try.
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I know we're cogs in the machine,
Parts of the VPD.
But stay safe out there Carlos,
You mean the world to me.