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Y66 Mort
means Fred Hampton day in 
spite your subtle threats I am in 
no way able to obey any mafia 
threat during election time I 
am reminded of the bribes 
payoffs and dead bodies piling 
up you must know I cannot 
agree to provide medical 
coverage for a Mexican 
undocumented illegal immigrant 
my prayers are with Gargano 
empty Mort
limited your resources make 
no mistake there was a time 
I’d jump off a bridge after 
receiving your threats I actually 
cancelled my Medicaid in order 
to stop jay Townsend Johnson 
Henry data breach identity fraud 
complete devastation today I feel 
sorry for you Y66 Mort
right Mort for not allowing 
my stalker to extort my American 
poetry wow I cannot allow your 
imposters to gain royalties from 
my American poetry good try 
though very thoughtful times 
has changed since the Chicago 
outfit was running things today 
everyone need’s metoprolol for 
chest pains and quite frankly I 
need all my medicine none to 
spare however along the border 
your Gloria could receive medical 
supplies through proper channel’s 
please stop threatening me Y66 
Mayor Daley go ahead I have 
to leave this world from something 
right stop bullying go out and 
vote no on corruption and 
organised crime 
could save a life perhaps mine 
blessed is he who comes in the 
name of the lord hosanna in 
the highest no fear of mafia 
scum no matter the great source
Aug nues dei lamb of god Gargano 
has been blowing my brains 
out for years I survived only 
according to gods will kill me Ciro
Ubi caritas I’ll donate my life for peace
Gargano has targeted me so
long hired imposters stalkers 
home invaders to actually extort 
poetry from my nightstand poetry 
from my mental health journal 
poetry written to my children and 
grand I’m so blessed I can’t even 
hate my enemies upon my death 
my eight children twenty six 
grandchildren and two great 
grandchildren get to chose a 
poem any poem from my collection 
while my ashes are being spread 
they each get to read my poems 
then make them into paper airplanes 
and release them in my memory 
my prayers are with you Ciro how 
cruel you’ve become or perhaps 
you have always been cruel I 
was much to compassionate to 
understand such cruelty make 
no mistake I am awakened now 
staying in my faith for the sake 
of his sorrowful passion have mercy 
on us and on the whole world
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