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
SEVERE DATA BREACH USED BY THE AMERICAN MAFIA CONTROLLING ABUSE OF POWER THANK GOD FOR RICK SCOTT FOR CONTACTING THE FBI OVER THE SEVERE DATA BREACH AT TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM WHERE PERER GARGANO AND MY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY ACCESSING INFORMANT FILES TERRORIZING AMERICANS INCLUDING SEVERE DATA BREACHES CYBER ATTACKS ON NATIONAL PUBLICBDATA BILLIONS OF AMERICANS INFORMATION SOLD ON A DARK WEB NATIONAL SECURITY TOTALLY AT RISK THIS BEGAN WITH THE MAFIA ATTEMPTS TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY THREATS EXTORTING MY LIVELY HOOD MY HEALTHCARE EXPLOITING MY IDENTITY AS A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE FBI INFORMANT FINALLY ARRIVING WITH ASSASINS TO ASSASINATE ME LEADING TO THE MAFIA HITMAN PETER GARGANO IGNITING A CAR BOMB IN MY FACE EMBEZZLING PERSONAL INJURY CLAIM ON MY BEHALF FUNDING DETROIT MAFIOSOS DEARBORN MICHIGAN DETROIT MICHIGAN
Shaking her wet ears, uncertain
How her purpose may be best served
Stagger concealed in immersion
Shown the pasture that she deserved
Frolicking safely within a flock
Diminutive trot to the beat kept timid
Faithfully bides time, tick clock
Offer of grace to God signals her limit
Wool washed, cleansed by clan
Coddled offspring wrapped with cotton
Shepherd held title, simple plan
Dinners prepared, archaic ideals rotten
Bristling beneath her softness
Fibres frayed at what her life signifies
Dismayed to only boost profits
Loyal lamb follow is forsaken sacrifice
Fuming, she rips off her fleece
Livid lion malicious marauder dormant
Roars revenge, discards peace
Trek to reckless, divorce her informant
Taught to shelter, even in harm
Trust husband’s will, cutlet finale fate
Savage feline, leaving the farm
Sleek escapee lapping blood off plate
Sacrificial Sixteenth November
My life changed when I got lost in a book
It gave me reason to dream big
Books gave me a creative nook
A lover of words was my new gig
It gave me a reason to dream big
Books healed me from many scars
A lover of words was my new gig
Free from a prison with clear bars
Books healed me from many scars
Imagination was no longer dormant
Free from a prison with clear bars
My librarian was a trusted informant
Imagination was no longer dormant
I was free to soar high in the sky
My librarian was a trusted informant
Prior to books, I’d just sit and cry
I was free to soar high in the sky
Books gave me a creative nook
Prior to books, I’d just sit and cry
My life changed when I got lost in a book
05/19/2022
Language builds a place to stand,
inside our own cognition
Each word confirms what thought instills,
in psychic recognition
Are you the true informant,
about what’s inside your head
1st person self awareness frees
—a nature higher bred
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Once, inquisitors would torture a witch
and strip her naked down to the last stitch.
And fear in the people reached fever pitch
encouraged by the clergy and the rich.
It's like scratching that unreachable itch
crushing skulls of succubus that bewitch.
And procuring an informant or snitch
the church used faith as a means to enrich.
Burnt alive or hug, so's to watch them twitch
practiced for centuries with naught a glitch.
Finally, attitudes began to switch
and today, witches fill an occult niche.
With a witch, an itch, a glitch, and a twitch,
the war on women runs without a hitch.
Subjugated women are labeled B*tch
raped murdered and disposed of in a ditch.
(Monorhyme)
10/24/2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Lovely, another successful switch?,
Or unattended informant really dead like justice?
Now If THEIR narrative s correct-
Consequently, it is incompetence too deep for words.
Have it to know that the World's people must connect.
Must ask for tribunals to commence onwards.
O This gladly at taxpayer expense.
Be it the thing that brings us back together, again St.
The Underworld.
That makes the World it's playground.
Turns carousels into hunting grounds.
We must connect-like the wealthy.
Direct, like the Oligarchy.
Disect the Hierarchy.
a . = a ~
A salmon run is one of the places to find pearl dew. Dried or undried it is nonetheless stunning in it's composition. Compositions create calling cream. And a dough ball is neither a dream nor a daring drop. It is to be said that one single itemised inked out informant is an information infant. And still the deep fried rice dish bubbles in merrymaking and mirth and is so awesome for otherwise stagnant non smiling cracker breads to rise and tinkle dance upon the side board. Many a kitchen is many a secret sound. Akin to a school but without lessons. Currants climbing created credits. And a circulating captain bird arrives with bits of bread, a harp, a lute, a little jellyfish and a belly dancing buffalo. Sink that into a vase then stand and admire the constitutional composition. And all the while the wild eyed egg is playing hoop da loop with the rye, beans, chips and chickens. But only at sixteen minutes past seven. Hahaha moonbeam moving making meals. Metallic music making mathematical models. Haha modem may mean many times a frog hop. Xxxxx sharp shark angle. Xxxx conditionality zzzzzx
I'm just an average guy,
living a ho-hum life
Everything is going good,
everything's alright
Met this girl,
and I took a hard left turn
Has my daddy confused,
got my mamma concerned
This girl is a wild thing,
she'll let you know
if the wheels are turning too slow
Kick it up another gear, she tells me
Got to conquer your fear,
so you can live free
Ride the hurricane breeze ...
said this sexy Valkyrie
Sit inside the tornado,
where it's as calm as can be
So when I shoulda went right,
I decided to go left
Was cruising with a bag of ganja,
blowing the Maryjane breath
Started seeing flashing lights,
blue smurfs breaking my mellow
Was handed a couple of tickets
to a late-night cop reality show
My girl got out of jail free,
her card said she was a paid informant
I, on the other hand,
had to deal with incarcerated torment
Spent three days in hell,
with a lost weekend to boot
And my girl has moved on as well;
said I was a plain tuba,
she was looking for a magic flute
Here's the lesson learned:
three left turns will send you the right way
My bleary eyes delicately opened to the view
Of the cold, hard, unapologetic grey wall.
I’m in jail? Now the meet and greet.
“Hey, is anyone else here a paedophile screwball?”
My black eyes opened to view the white, concrete walls,
Still cold, still hostile with no care.
Still in jail? Maybe a new cell.
“So, who else is an informant here?” I proudly declare.
My broken body quietly wakes up to breathe
The healthy air these insane walls offer.
This jail is social, “Anyone here also rape an old pensioner?”
I ask a murdering offender.
My eyes, my bones, my body lay there and didn’t wake up,
Inside this death trap of a room.
I held on as long as I could, an innocent man in an innocent body,
With a death wish visit, before it met its doom.
You know they ruled your death an overdose. He shot you up in the breast. You were breast feeding the baby. No signs of heroin in her. No signs of heroin or any drugs in your apartment. You had just taken a shower and had laid out your clothes for work to get dressed. Your hair was still wet. You had ligature marks around your neck. You had been dead less than an hour. They said it was lividity. The medical examiner in Kentucky said that lividity doesn't set up that fast. Why? Why did they come to that conclusion, because he worked for the police department and was a confidential informant? Could that perhaps be the reason? You know it is....and my daughters murder gets no justice...what a travesty of justice!! Her Mom By the way she has a name Kymber Michelle Dye
Agent, Load The Toad, this is informant Marty Sperm Ball, come in....
Are you the Gate Keeper, over ? No, my real name is Sir Salem Scrotum
Antipuss the eighth from Bioteck Federations Inc., of her Silicon Valley, copy.
Story_Black Ten, informant
Who
Turns in robber
Burglar selling
Stolen ring_right wins
I remember, do you?
Sponsor: Robert Heemstra
Contest: Just The Facts
Written this 8th day of
April, 2013
http://www.Bully Me This, Bully Me That
Who's Afraid of the undercover surveillance, informing, informational
informant, cool, low, down, dirty, Cat
why he has all the power and would never lie
that's why he's able to use the law
to badger me (harass : to exhaust an enemy by attacking repeatedly)
and fix it so i will die
where is the right and the wrong of my government
its seem to be all gone
or was it never there
why his game is so smooth, and yet so mean
you'd think, your the one
whit (with) a pocket full of dreams
but its not you mind full of colors
that he wants
its, the control of the mental
to make you want, what he
wants you to want
buy, sell, cheat, and lie
or eat and die
So whats, that got to do with you?
its time for you, to protect you, and figure it out...
or the next generation will
make many men rich, beyond rich...
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Sue's Night in Jail
By Elton Camp
Sue was preparing to settle in for the night
When a knock on her door gave her a fright
"Open up and we're not telling you any more.
Unless you do, we will break down the door."
"Who is out there?" poor Sue fearfully cried
"It's the police, so come let us get inside!"
Sue opened the door, trembling with fear
Two burly policemen stood with a leer
"We're told the mattress tag you dared remove.
To obey the law it would most surely behoove."
"And according to what our informant did say
You are hanging toilet paper the wrong way."
"Disrespect of the law we just can't permit.
So a night in the pokey, your crimes will fit."
"Now, to remain silent you have the right
Anything you say may well get you in a tight."
When she made bond and finally got out,
A valuable lesson she'd learned without doubt
From then on, any wrongs, she came to expect
That it was really possible the cops might detect
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