Y66 meaning Mort
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
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2024
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