When ideas are locked in a cage,
The bot frees poetry of its rage,
Like analgesics on a fresh wound—
A turbulent sea where pains are drowned.
The goal’s not to write, but to refine,
To make rhythms, forms, and each word align;
Quick to shape poems to perfection,
Bringing finesse to art’s reflection.
But its pen drips with glib emotions,
It revels in stale, putrid notions,
It loots old clichés in broad daylight,
With its informants on every site.
It pours in all ears its tone-deafness,
For its inkwell is void of freshness;
From the poems of the past it steals,
And copyright claims trail its cold heels.
Far better—a creative ally,
With clear, firm bounds to which all comply—
Than crowned as a human replacement,
Or seeking the poet’s mind displacement.
TRULY SAD ABUSE OF POWER GATHER THEE UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM TO COMMIT THEE ULTIMATE BY BREAKING AND ENTERING TRESPASSING SEARCHING THROUGH VETERANS HOMES CRUSHING AMERICAN FLAGS FOR THEE OUTFIT OF SCUM ON EARTH MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THE CAPO CIRO GARGANO HIDING OUT FAKING HIS DEATH HIDING BEHIND UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM FUNNY RIGHT JEFFERSON ALABAMA BACH OFF ABUSE OF POWER STOP TERRORIZING DISABLED FAMILIES SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER BULLIES AN AUTISTIC YOUNG MAN TO TRESPASS WITH INTIMIDATION AND FEAR HIS UP COMING TRESPASSING ARREST OUT ON BOND HE ARRIVES SHAKING FORCED TO WORK FIR ABUSE OF POWER BELIEIVING HES GOING TO PRISON FOR A 300 DOLLAR BOND HE TRESPASSING EXPOSE DOCUMENTS TO CIRO GARGANO AND HIS ABUSE OF POWER STARTLING TAMPERING WITH DISABLED FAMILY AN ENTIRE FAMILY ALL ON THE SPECTRUM MANIPULATION INTIMATION BADGERING TERRORIZING FBI INFORMANTS DISABLED VETERANS DISABLED AMERICAN FAMILY
SEBASTIAN HOW YOU SANG
IN ME RAISING THE HARMONIC
AQUSTIC SOUNDS ABOVE THE
TEAL WATERS OF WHITE SAND
THE SYMPHONY STORMED ACROSS
THE SEA WITH OUR INFAMOUS
MELODY CREATING A PERCESSION
OF DANCE TRIGGERED BY THE
SOFTNESS OF YOUR TOUCH MY
KINGS ARRIVED DETROYING THE
HARSHNESS THAT BESTOWED A
TIMING OF MURDER THE MOMENT
WE ARRIVED BACK HOME SAFE
ON THE ISLAND OF WARMTH
HOW I SURVIVED MY OWN
ASSASSINATION OVER MY
BEING AN FNI INFORMANTS
THESE KILLERS ARRIVED
OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN
POETRY JAMAICAN
FEMALE DRUG SMUGGLERS
TONI JAY TOWANDA SHAINA
ALIANA RASTA ANDREW
8-14-2003
OPERATION FALLEN BEGAN AFTER SEVERAL CORRUPT COPS SELLING DRUGS FOR GARGANO ACTUALLY BECAME JUNK SICK JEOPARDIZING HIS CRIME FAMILY HE ACTUALLY PAID CORRUPT OFFICERS TO SEND GOOD INCORUPTIBLE OFFICERS INTO WAR ZONES BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY HIRED ABUSE OF POWER TO ALLOW EARLY RELEASE FOR HIS PERSONAL LIST OF REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS REACHING OVER ONE HUNDRED SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS MEANWHILE THESE OFFICERS ARE DUMB FOUNDED FEARING FOR THEIR LIVES FINALLY MURDERED BY FRIENDLY FIRE MEANWHILE THE ONE HUNDRED REPEAT SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS RECIEVE EARLY RELEASES AND FREE DUSNEY PASSES THE GAMES OF ORGANIZED CRIME CORRUPTION CROSSING OVER RICO VIOLALTIONS COMPLETE CRIME AND PUNISHMENT FOR INCORRUPTIBLE OFFICERS FBI INFORMANTS I WOLL NEVER EVER FEAR ABUSE OF POWER EXCESSIVE BULLYING ORGANIZED CRIME AND CORRUPTION WORKING FOR THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OVER ARSON MURDER OF 9 ELDERLY PERSONS GOD BLESS ALL THE FALLEN GOD BLESS AMERICA
Being fed when corrupt
agents gather junk sick
fentanyl addicts functioning
only by giving false confusion
in exchange for a cup of
coffee at Denny’s bus tickets
from Alabama to Nashville
to Chicago where informants
are being tossed in front of
moving cars faceless
unrecognisable finally the
ultimate what’s in the box
it’s a human skull on a sidewalk
trick of treat jay Townsend
Johnson Henry swooning
Special agent Paula Brand
where does it all end increase
in fentanyl overdoses deaths
in Chicago being FED rat poison
Suffocating fear envy and denial
stop exploiting mentally Ill fentanyl
addicts homeless hoarders in Chicago
Have a happy Halloween check all
your candy for fentanyl
My prayers are with the young
woman thrown in into moving
traffic losing her face head after
my imposter posing as me decided
to exposed my identity as a
confidential human source who
wore wires pregnant for the fbi
buying weapons and drugs
from corrupt junk sick cops
i am truly blessed sadly persons
of power tossed informants in
front of killers this young woman
death represents the effect of
exposing confidential human
sources to killers and dealers
while my imposter hops skips
jump double Dutch on justice
meanwhile I patiently await
more death threats wannabes
of who wanna brown mort
Tweekers make meth by the light of the moon.
They're spun and unaware that the end is coming soon.
Outside there's a swat team lurking in the shade.
They've gathered information from informants that they've paid.
Now they have the evidence and a warrant to invade.
It's a raid, it's a raid, and it's time to be afraid!
The powerful ram crashes through the door.
Ten gunned men shout, "GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR!"
They're startled into jumping,
but the swat team caught them dumping.
You can hear the children crying.
In the corner meth is drying.
Everyone is cuffed and up against the wall.
Two children stand and watch their parents take the fall.
The cops take each one and leads them down the hall.
Each wonders why they ever started doing meth at all.
A once happy family has now lost their home.
The beds the children sleep in feel cold, not like their own.
They knew it would happen, both had a feeling in their gut.
Freedom lost is the cost, the bars slam shut.