Gangstalking
Wayne White can't take it no more;
his life is an ordeal and he wells knows
that he's got spies around him galore.
So, no matter what, wherever he goes
stalkers are there, night and day.
They don't leave him alone at all.
They won't get out of the way;
At the store, at the bank, at the mall.
"They follow me, they tap my phone,"
he says. This disrupts his sleep,
undermines his health, makes him weep.
Why on earth don't they leave him alone?
Worst thing is, he doesn't know why
He has become a TI.
The perps perform street theater,
They also stalk him on Twitter.
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