MS JEANINE PIRRO
TRUMP REFLECTION POOR HERO
A TOTAL ZERO
We roll beneath the cypress shade,
With radar humming through the glade—
A silent beam, it marks your speed,
Before you even see the deed.
The dash cam blinks, an unblinking eye,
Recording truth you can’t deny.
The body cam hums a steady tune,
Every whisper caught by noon.
A license plate reader scans the air,
Numbers flash—a silent snare.
If you’re wanted, or your tag expired,
It chirps—a hunter newly wired.
Computer mounts glow in the night,
Dispatch sending left and right.
GPS maps where each soul roams,
Drawing paths back to their homes.
Thermal sight through swampy dark,
Can spot a heartbeat—leave its mark.
The mic in my collar hears your plea,
And streams it straight to the deputy.
Don’t think the backseat’s just for rest—
It’s steel and shield, a lawful nest.
Your rights are read, your hands confined,
While satellites keep you in line.
So when you see that bar of blue,
Know tech and training ride there too.
We don’t just follow—we foresee,
By lens, by code, by law, by key.
Verse 1
You came as frost on sleep
deprived vein,
Rendered flight,delivered chains,
Flattered big time in voice of lies,
Stole the dawn from my very eyes
Chorus (of the victims of drugs)
Here lies your defeat,(cold) and still,
Drugs break the body,not the will
Your drug dens end where Truth takes seat-
Cocaine-here lies your defeat
Verse 2
You breathed lust in a saint's disguise,
Fed on the girl's Tears,the boy's Demise.
And the timid you tortured to weep,
Now they awake from your deceitful sleep
Chorus (of the victims of drugs)
Here lies your defeat (cold) and still,
Drugs break the body,not the will
Your drug dens end where Truth takes seat-
Cocaine-here lies your defeat
Bridge
Rise from ash,from bone,from blight,
I drink the stars,I own the night.
Your voice dissolves beneath my feet,
Your reign of hollow ends complete.
Final Chorus (The Outro)
Here lies your defeat (grim ) and still
Drugs brake the body, not the will
Your drugs dens end where Truth takes seat-
Cocaine-here lies your defeat
Just a passing goodbye
Just a swift turn of fate
Just a boy with his friend, nothing more, nothing less
Until a heartbeat of change.
Lungs no longer breathing
Heart no longer beating
In such a moment of fear, such a young life changed.
Rapid work placed in action by hands of angels, placed in the right place at the right time by the hands of the one most holy.
Shocks like lightning to the chest, one... two... three... again.
Breathing and heart beating.
A seizure like an earthquake spreading shakes from head to foot.
Disoriented, parents pacing waiting for their baby to come back too.
Seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours, hours feeling like eternity.
Awake only by the grace of God.
Life forever changed
Worry never ending, anxiety never fading.
Only by the grace of God is everything back to its place.
I Survived code blue!
During cardiac arrest,
I was in God’s hands.
Don’t!
Don’t put your thoughts on paper
Don’t dare to think out loud
Don’t express on social media
Don’t put them up in cloud
Don’t criticize the useless
Don’t voice a point of view
Don’t flex your vocal cord
Don’t think you’re immune
Six burly officers are coming
Because of something you said
They crash the door early morning
And they’ll tear you from your bed
They’ll whisk you down the bridewell
Slam you in a six foot by eight
The CID will make you confess
About all the things that you hate
You can shop lift for a past time
Carry a machete along the road
Threaten cut all white throats
And never do as your told
Keep your gob shut firm and tight
Take the pen and put it down
Don’t tweet early morn or late night
Decent is only for a clown.
David Cox 29/03/25
I Survived The Widow Maker
Then Sudden Cardiac Arrest
Doctors Called Me Miracle Man
7/12/2024
A team of Doctors had accomplished, all they could do,
One told my wife, to Pray, Now “It’s in God’s hands.”
But he was telling her something she already knew,
and nothing would interfere, with my role in God’s plans.
I Survived The Widow Maker, later, Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
That day God had me placed, in all the right spots to prevail.
I live today for a purpose, and to God’s greatness I attest,
My life has become my testimony, for Jesus did not fail.
Theres a wish to punish the aged again.'
Its intended to start in old Britain..'
To protect their lives ostensibly
The government intend to be turn-key
To remove familiy contact (all for their good)
To sap their resiliance; its by many understood
Euthanistic doctors may be on hand??
You would almost think there is a plan??
A sort of plan-denic?? Is that at hand? Or is
Misinformation?? Abroad in the land?? So much
To consider.? So little to know.! But the biat is
Really rocking is one thing that shows..!
Friend dared sheriff to put Time under arrest
give his new handcuffs the ultimate test
Clicking them shut -- you could have predicted
He checked his watch ~ Time flew away unrestricted
The time the mind has no second’s rest
Because it, too, is under arrest.
Actively, lips join the protest,
One’s patience and temperance on test…
Not unlikely a heaving of chest
And the more scenic beating of breast,
No cell room a mirror of safe nest:
Not where one stays and one impressed…
No guarantee captive won’t be slapped
And the innocent through some speech trapped;
As many chances of one being kicked
By another who had sweet lips licked…
From the handcuffed some things would leave
Over a dented image I’d grieve…
A time to know how famous one is:
Ears waiting to hear “Release him, please!”
Wrested from the arrested is rest
Victim no longer wears his crest.
How many people find rest
After a caging arrest?
How many can give their best?
When locked doors from them, dreams wrest?
They are crops their jailer pest!
Freedom they seek East and West:
Much like The Only Wished Guest,
'F' of Freedom stamp on chest,
On my polo it's a crest.
Women would theirs mark on breast;
They don't like this kind of test:
Bird whose best home is its nest.
Dangerous days
Truly , we are living in a world wher life has no guarantee
We have no clue of what's happening in the system.
We are no safe ,The lean people leaving their life through heart stroke.
The young people are suffering from cardiac arrest .
Life has no stability ,now a days..
Dangerous days..
We might be laughing ,standing ,walking but the next moment we are prone to brain stroke ,fell down become unconsciousness ,wake up in the hospital bed.
Dangerous days.
We can't plan our life ,because we might never know of death disturbing us..
Truly ,dangerous days ..
No life has warranty...
We might be proud of technology ,but still no sound knowledge of direction of death..
Technology doesn't stop death ...
We hope for a good days .expecting the life span raise up to atleast 70 ...
Dangerous days..
She barged through the doors of the bank with her gun
And shot the security guard just for fun
She fired her gun and yelled “Down on the floor,
I’ve shot me one man, I could shoot a few more!”
One customer, Jenna, said, “Hold up, you cretin,
You half witted loser, it’s jail you’ll be gettin,
You charge in this bank with that soppy old pistol
I think I might kick your ass from here to Bristol.”
The robber, fired two bullets into the ceiling
And said, “I shall shoot anybody not kneeling.”
Jenna said, “I’m gonna laugh as you fry.”
The robber said, “You’d better reach for the sky.”
Armed police turned up; one lady arrested
Based on the ‘facts’ that another attested
The robber’s at home playing video games
And Jenna’s in jail for calling her names
And all the police wonder what to expect
Now that they’ve lost any public respect
At lunch break they wonder how low they could stoop
When they’re as inviting as watered down soup.
[What a coincidence; a poem about someone called Jenna enduring an injustice. Pure chance… honest, Guvnor!]
Zafar Supari killer uses neuro muscular chemical drugs
To induce sudden onset of body weakness to an extent
where subject is not able to move Legs which may further
Lead to Paralysis of whole body.Chemical drink or Injection
prevent messages from the nerve to the muscle.It damages
muscle and nerve function by blocking signals from nerves
to muscles and there is no way to cure paraplegia tetraplegia.
Note.Zafar Supari killer DON is Dangerous..
How do they hit us: Rude shocks?
You wait until your heart locks:
From sent clinic: the raw facts,
With God making the last parts...
Coronary a seizure,
Quite silly exact measure;
The plague you may just picture
For a straight warning lecture:
Heart attack an assassin
That strikes bases not on sin...
Sure, its a Cardiac Arrest
Working closely with unrest:
For the famous who can't rest
Because he must give one's best:
The Bishop to taste arrest
For the safe lives he did waste
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