rough and tumble fight fight fight
F.B.I. show on TV tonight
jackhammer sounds, gunfire too
battling a huge quagmire in blue
bodies flying through the air
grabbing guns without a care
rough and tumble fight fight fight
F.B.I. show on TV tonight
FBI gun battle is on TV
rounds I’ve counted so far are fifty-three
Only the bad guys are on the ground
Seal team of eight, still safe and sound
I want to become closer to you
Says pedophile to a child
Says rapist to a victim
If posed you are in conditions of life
How would you MIND?
How can I help THE FBI
To solve these the most important
I can coordinate the task force
Become informant
Taunted bully teased for suffering
with mental illness it is emotionally
challenging just to open up to share
your creativity in the form of writing
therapist say keep writing crisis team
says you matter and then the bullies
appearing terrorist threats attempting
to extort your mental health care extort
my traumatic brain injury claim extort
my American poetry just because I suffer
from mental emotional illness I've amazing
been being bullied terrorized by bullies
I'm blessed to have my neurologist treating
my traumatic headaches I'm blessed to
have doctors treating my daytime sleep
apnea ptsd anxiety basically I'm blessed
God loves me in spite my bullies today
I suffered horrid headaches doesn't stop
my bullies from threatening my life though
attempting to extort my American poetry
God Bless America
One of my favorite hobbies is being an FBI
It's quite appealing, I can't deny
I get to see all shapes and sizes
Sometimes, my temperature rises
Sometimes, I'm in for a big surprise
Trust me, even you would have to close your eyes
I swear to all, I'm not perverted
It's just a hobby that keeps me deverted
Being an FBI is actually pretty cool
I first started being an FBI back in high school
That's when I first lost my virginity
When girlies noticed my masculinity
And that's the truth. no need to take a lie detector
I'm just an FBI- "Female Boby Inspector"
Paranoid by a vision I saw you standing there
Cancel my subscriptions the billing is just unfair
Thoughts of indecision rattle up inside my brain
Belief in the existence of the terror that they reign
Listening to these people perfect strangers to me
Everybody's talking but there is no one listening
Implanting certain visions a mirage so untrue
Shuffling down this pathway lost without a clue
Loneliness is a burden although I'm never alone
Rings of a telepathetic my head used like a phone
Happiness is a mystery all smiles should beware
Silent Sound No Touch Torture the weapon in the air
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They did it they really did it,
Can you believe it, can it be true;
My folks are angry, their passions lit
One voice united, this act the glue.
Little they know the hornets’ nest
They've now unleashed upon themselves,
They may well smirk at their cute start,
But I'm the ogre, they the elves.
To raid my home, a line now crossed
They truly think I'll cower in fear,
My cannons out, all fairness tossed,
I'll strike and torch all they hold dear.
Biden's a joke, a simple stooge,
A patsy by any other name,
This thing they did, I'll make it huge,
The best of gifts to fuel my fame.
A few more years to wait and scheme
To win it all and wipe their smirk,
Then watch the wokes just wail and scream,
As they observe our handy work.
Revenge is great, it drives my life
Cross me and watch for what comes next,
I can be sweet, just ask my wife
As to my foes such pain they won’t expect.
Daddy is an FBI agent he tells me.
But it’s a secret. Shh!
This surprises me.
On TV they do not tell their children.
Off with their heads
They wanted me dead
Or buried alive
And for this they did strive,
The conniving baboons
A bunch of buffoons.
But vengeance is sweet
And to this I did tweet,
I’m out for their blood
I’ll drag them through mud,
They’ll wish they weren’t born
With my insults and scorn.
How dare they act so
They’re vileness so low,
To spy and besmirch
After all my great work,
I’ll give each no quarter
Aside bread and water.
The country now knows
These heartless vile crows,
Who squawked all along
Their monotone song,
But now watch them squeal
While lashed to my wheel.
As to their fool friends
They’ll need make amends
And do so real fast
Since my patience won’t last,
I know who they are
They won’t stray that far.
A lesson well taught
Perpetrators now caught,
You mess with the Don
And soon you’ll be gone,
It’s always the same
I’m so great at this game.
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.
Never Do Lie to FBI
On someone we will always rely,
Which are both the CIA and FBI;
First detected;
Then corrected;
To neither one should you lie.
Jim Horn
Of course resulting from listening
to news on TV.
I spy the FBI
Losing its direction
Donald Trump has declared
He won't stand inspection!
"The ladies that I groped
(with sincere affection)
Were never Russian moles
Who greased my election!
My Tax records prove
I'm a man of perfection
So focus any search
On leaks from my section!"
FBI Ivanka
Will need no correction
She can search who she wants
Sans POTUS objection!
FBI Says
According to the FBI and the statistics that they keep
The number of murders by hammer and club has gotten pretty steep
In fact they outnumber the murders committed with a rifle
A statistic that the media is oh so rife to stifle
And they say that twice as many are killed by hand and fists
Then by any long guns according to their lists
So worry about the carpenter or that guy with the walking stick
And carry a gun in case you do run into one of these guys too quick
If you encounter a thug with a hammer
Who appears to want to do harm
A gun in your hand will make that guy stammer
Right before he buys the farm
Now I’ve spent a career
With statistics and fear
You can twist them till they sing your song
To have or have not
A gun – take a shot
And I’m sure someone says you are wrong
You could poll the nation
Asking each generation
From grandson to dear old grandpa
But let’s use common sense
Not just claim self defense
When it comes to our guns and the law
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Bureau of
Investigation.
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