Always copy your work

What if poetry soup just shut down with all your work before you edited always copy you work even if you have to go to the library check your titles as well sometimes identity thieves actually rip your titles to untitled shocking don’t give up keep copies keep copying your work these companies used search engines and finally that poetry sight was no more turned out to be a big scam with fake contests changed the name from old poetry com international library of poetry Baltimore back then in 1999 nothing was online so I summitted only a few poems after my son encouraged me to enter a contest for ms survivors sponsored by Montez Williams 2003 I was nearly assassinated after my traumatic brain injury I summitted more desperate please for the Fbi to help me I testified in the murder trial witnessed four hurricanes in fort Myers Fl I realized the Gargano family was marketing my entire life poetry including sending corruption to bully me an extort my poetry for a corrupt officers niece Catrina bell Donaldson mckissick bitter because my testimony convicted her on battery charges in Wisconsin and Illinois so this extortion of my American poetry was due to my wearing wires pregnant for the Fbi however after the home invasions attack on my laptop by corruption sending violent offenders into my home led me to go to the library in a blizzard I notice a few of my poems a series of dear diary poems where I described wearing wires pregnant crying in a bad mental place also deer path road walking over 20 cities in the snow pregnant read untitled I thought it was the feds trying redacting my poems to silence me by editing out writings about my wearing wires pregnant like the cia sharpie out documents I thought it was the feds so I changed emails even used different names my grandmother or my pops or just Marietta Keating Holiday Billie anyway the untitled poems appeared in 2006 on poems I’d written in 2003 2004 during hurricane Charlie they were all titled dear diary or deer path road The Daley shuffle my wearing wires travelling from Chicago to lake Bluff buying weapons and drugs from junk sick cops for the FBI I already had my own personal card catalog of all my original work after I reported the titles being ripped the sight apologised all my original titles restored other poets complained about being scammed this sight changed hands to lulu shutting down completely a new poetry com opened no affiliated with the old poetry sight To be honest I never thought my poetry was that great after all I wrote in a coma on my death bed traumatic brain injury the people trying to take my writing were actually in college business people Peter Gargano behind a desk admiring my work from a far my writing was that of third grade after my injury I was retarded truly crying panting writing when I reported identity thieves in Tampa to my surprise Peter Ciro Gargano his corrupt agent Alan King my imposter jay Townsend Johnson Henry stalking me over my American poetry desperate pleas to the fbi my home was broken into the thieves slammed my computer I ran to the library to copy my new and old poems even though I had copied everything I ever written by gods grace I had copied all my work years before it is so important to copy your own work over and over again sadly this criminal group hacked into my life plotted my death after all these years over arson murder of 9 persons Ciro and Special Agent Alan King hired an imposter to impersonate me gain royalties from my mental health journal in the form of poetry complete extortion by the FBI off the record of course special agent Alan king shame on you I worked hard for the Fbi seal wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs pregnant how dare you arrive with the arson murderer serial killer one of his parking lot lizards to extort my poetry I will die for my poetry I will never ever allow this terror to break my spirit I reported it to the fbi unaware you Alan King seated with Ciro and the imposter I will forever copy my work rather home abroad on a bus in a library I will not be bullied most of my poems were written while my brain was bleeding the words were scrambled grammar impossible I continued writing I was teased taunted bullied called a retard I wrote poetry to save my brain it was for my mental health therapy it’s truly sad jay Townsend Johnson Henry Ciro Gargano and you Alan special Agent Alan King I respected you we bought weapons together I wore wires on my unborn child 1985 to 1995 you can kill a revolutionary but you can’t kill a revolution God bless the federal bureau of investigation and god bless America Shame on you special agent Alan king Chicago federal bureau of investigation off the record stop home invasions FBI MEMO SPECIAL AGENT BROWN UNREDACTED POETRY