I was hovering in a chopper.

My views were on the clowns.

The intent was just to stop her.

Not stand idle while she drowns.

From a distance, I could drop her.

Give me space to ease my brain.

Like a pimple, I could pop her.

Just to let us breathe again.

She likes to argue with the copper.

Has this thing for men in blue.

She likes conflicts. It’s her topper.

Like a drug; it is her do!