The Fbi Tears Through Here Madly

The FBI agent is standing directly In front of me, tearing through the TV stand drawer next to my recliner, looking for the what I Will never give up. I try to see through him, because He is standing between me and the TV. But I refuse to move, and so Does he. He and his crew are doing a better Job tearing up this place than My children will when I am dead. I can picture them bringing in dumpsters. They will take turns throwing, maybe Stopping once in a while To look at a piece of Jewelry. The FBI agent smiles At me, but I do not respond. I pretend to be An ordinary citizen, An old lady, A fool. They keep searching, Tearing up my house. Occasionally they Throw out an idle Threat, making me smile. Upon awaking I figure I may be watching too Much TV.