Dear Axe Cop

I don’t know what I like best, your axe glasses or ‘stach
Or the way you always fight, or sell fruit for cash
Bad guys fear you one and all, but some they play tricks
Still the truth will be revealed, when you see their kicks
With your axe you’ll chop heads off, wearing black or blue
I hope some day you’ll bleed on me, so I can be like you