Long Fraud Poems
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Poor, pink pan handier
Perfect, pleasant pan handier
Most self thought less people can’t stand ya!
Proud, powerful pan handier
Pretty, pointless pan handier
Perfect, purple pan handier
Are you truthful or are you a fraud, I too can’t stand ya!
If you’re real destitute then it’s a sinners and Christian duty to share with you..
In need, true indeed…
Poor, pleasurable pan handier
Painful, pop pan handier
Peculiar, pale pan handier
Pleasing, prepared pan handier whether sincere, real or a hoax;
I’ll just give you $5.00 for you see too I am broke?
6/9/19
Written by James E. Lee Sr.2019©
Dorothy was lost and pointed in the right direction.
She was told to walk on the winding yellow brick road
where she met friends who offered her protection.
All she wanted was a way to Kansas and her abode.
"Follow me to the Wizard," the road seemed to say. "
But he turned out to be a fraud; a fake put on display.
Alice journeyed down a hole, chasing a White Rabbit
and a fantastical adventure quickly began to unfold.
He didn't bid her, "Follow me," but Alice had a habit
of never doing what she'd been told. The girl was bold.
Foolish child read a note that was scribbled, "Open me"
after plunging head over heels into a den of inequity.
"Follow me" down a dark desert highway to a place...
An alluring voice called to many, to gather for a feast.
Hotel California offered them a lifestyle to embrace,
but there was no escape. No way to kill the beast.
Alibis didn't help anyone who tried their best to resist.
No one found a way to leave. The choice did not exist.
John Denver sang, "Follow me" when love let him down.
He asked, "Take my hand and say you'll follow me."
He wanted to share his life, up and down, all around,
but it was never known if that love was meant to be.
He sang to her, but did she ever come to understand
that what he offered her was his love and his hand?
There was a man of long ago who said, "Follow me."
Disciples walked with Jesus to preach God's Holy Word.
He made them fishers of men so all would come to see
there was hope of life everlasting, once they'd heard.
The Son gave his life so we'd be cleansed from all sin.
By following Christ, life in God's Kingdom could begin.
I see you
in my dreams
my little boy
so trusting
waiting
for me
to take
you away
from dad's
sciopathy
But what
you don't
understand
Is l
was under
the spell
of dysfunction
Your dad
was selling
a love
so freely
It was a
fraud
That was
hard to
understand
and you
were
left behind
But it
took time
for me
to understand
that the
love for sale
came with
conditions
that I
couldn't meet
and I had
to pay
with losing
you
and I
hated myself
for letting
you down
But
how can
I win
against
sciopathy
So
this is
my time
to tell you
how much
you shine
within
my heart
and
take this
time to
realize
how much
you
really mean
to me
that your
soul is
intwined
with mine
and that
I care
about your
future
that I
know
you have
the ability
to rise
and shine
Oh my
baby
please
listen to me
I'm your mom
and I
love you
so
universally
and you
will rise above
this apathy
and show
sciopathy
that he
has not won
that I
am saving
something
in my dreams
in believing
that I will
be beside you
and be able
to see
what you are
becoming
because of
those dreams
I see of
you being
true free
and
loving me
and I
loving you
so freely
Hold back the river. James Day song.
The diabetes Fraud
On Der Spiegel today I read that a solution to diabetes had been discovered, the article showed a serious medical staff breaking out
In jubilation, followed by happy patients
The reason it was not made official was because the big pharma would shut it down
Hang on!
I remember having read the same article 5 years ago about a rare plant in Peru that in powder and taken before bed would cure Diabetes
A spoonful of this stuff a day will surely keep Doctors away
The rare plant from a hidden valley in Peru now
In liquid form are costly, but what the heck
A diabetic is willing to pay any price to be able
To be cured right?
You will hitherto be slim and handsome again Full of energy vigorously march forward to new life, thanks to a flower in Peru
Such a fraud, the slimming of your bank account, you have been had when the blood sugar is too high and it is back to insulin again
You are being very sleazy
But cleaning up your act is easy
Friends cover your every action
You feel the satisfaction
Of getting one over on me
It's just in your history
Using women for their love
When your bored you like to shove
Them aside for someone who
Is exciting and brand new
This kind of life will never last
Your lies will pile up too fast
Keeping track will just become
A web of lies that come undone
Exposing you for the fraud
That can no linger be ignored
By every woman you degraded
With attitude that left them jaded
Because you wanted to prove
There was no way you could lose
This hurtful game of sex and lies
With questions of unanswered why's
“Ah! Ah!” cried Mr. Shaw, a museum man of science in 1799,
as he carefully unwrapped a specimen from New South Wales.
It was Labeled: "It's a weird one; Caught in a creek; Dug from a burrow with egg nest!"
Mr. Shaw’s heart thumped with suspicion of a prank or fraud, as he noted what he saw:
It had the webbed feet, a rubbery bill, and the eggs of a duck.
It had a wide flat beaver's tail and coarse thick brown fur.
It had two snake-like fangs, on its hind legs, and small piggy eyes.
It suckled its young with milk, but no nipples were found.
Mr. Shaw looked hard, but found no traces of stitches, glue or bindings.
How can this be? How can this be real? How utterly bizarre?
"Ah! Ah! I know!" God, the creator, has a wicked sense of humor!
Behold! The duck-billed, flat-footed - Platypus!
Her heart stopped at his words,
preventing stream of tears , she looked at the sky;
remembered the lord and pray
Oh lord, please fulfill the wishes of the child
took a seigh as large as the bay.
It's beyond imagination, the building!
where food is scarce; she pray to God
to give her hubby a suitable job
as suitable to his qualification,
enable him to make the things .
Looked at the son, she said that she prayed to God,
no peace are there in the palace, lord said;
flood of bloods are flowing there,
he said he like to stay at the hut
and asked us to stay here
with him.
The boy pleased to hear it and expressed that
instead of palace he will remain whithin the lord at hut.
Like the dew drops, tears cames out of mom's eyes
haged the child, kissed and kissed
in grief of her fraud.
Yesterday she thought her barricade was crucial,
Vague and faint but still there,
Yesterday the barricade protected all of her angst,
She thought the wall was what cared,
About what her future could be,
Keeping menacing thoughts to derail out of sight,
Her wall of hope keeping her safe from,
Defiance in the upcoming fight,
But then, before battle, her curtain of dreams lifted,
Exposing what she thought was a war,
She discovered this barricade of hope was a lie,
She couldn’t believe what we saw,
She found a freedom of happy right here and right now,
Don’t hide behind a wall like a fraud,
She found her love of real life outside,
Living life, not a dream, was reward.
NO PELLEGREN DIDN'T SERVE WITH MY POP 1944 VICTORY LIBERATING ROME FROM 1942 TO 1946 DURING WW11 NOT CATRINA BELL.MCKISSACK VIOLENT OFFENDER FROM DETROIT NOR WERE THERE ANY MEXICAN VIOLENT OFFENDERS JAMAICAN IDENTITY THIEVES SADLY MEXICAN VIOLENT OFFENDERS HIRED TO BREAK INTO MY HOME SEARCHING FOR MY POP WW11 HONOR WOW HOW BLESSED I AM I SURVIVED THIS CONSPIRACY TO EXTORT WW11 VALOR MY POP SERVED WITH ANTHONY MARIO PUZO THEY MET YEARS LATER VEGAS 1968 HOLIDAY MAGAZINE FEATURED MARIETTA IN FEATHERS SADLY THE MAFIA SENT DEATH THREATS CRUEL. CRIMINAL INTENT A CONSPIRACY TO EXTORT MY POP WW11 HONOR TO FEED TO BITTER MAFIOSOS A CONSPIRACY THREATS OF MY NIDDA AZZ EMANCIPATED GRANDFATHER STANDING NEXT TO THE POPE MY POP PROTECTED POPE JOHN XX111 WE ARE FAMILY MY LIFE WAS THREATENED BY KILLERS DEALERS SENT TO IMPERSONATE ME BY THE DETROIT MAFIA STRANGE LANDS JAMAICAN MEXICAN VIOLENT FEMALES BREAKING INTO OUR HOME RIPPING PAGES FROM MY POP PLD BUS TICKETS TO MY AMERICAN POETRY THESE INTIMIDATING TERRORISTS THREATS TO PERPATRATE IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST MY DECEASED L9VED ONES INCLUDING MY DAD BORN 1942 VIOLENT OFFENDERS DECIDED TO MURDER ME FOR MY POP WW11 IDENTITY IN ROME BECAUSE I SHARED A PHOTO WITH PETER GARGANO I BELIEVED HE WAS A GENTLE MAN HOLY MAN OF THE CLOTH A KNIGHT OF COLUMBUS INSTEAD HE GATHERED CATRINA BELL AND A FLEET OF FEMALE VIOLENT OFFENDER TO SLANDER MY FAMILY THE MAFIA JUST WASN'T HAPPY WITH MY POP PROTECTING THE POPE AND LIBERATING ROME TRULY SAD MY PRAYERS ARE WITH ALL OF THESE INDIVIDUALS IT IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL BLESSING TO HAVE BEEN TOUCHED BY A SAINT I AM BLESSED
A gem there is, that’s nestling inside me
(my husband claims I’m talking utter rot):
I tell him that I’m certain that I’ve got
homunculi who really want to ride me.
He knows the satisfaction he’s denied me:
(since nineteen ninety-four, delivered squat).
But men have egos, have to show as ‘hot’,
and I’ve allowed this utter fraud to guide me.
“De minimis,” they say, “non curat lex”.
‘The law does not extend to trivial things’.
But I’m aware that love is borne on wings:
as John Wayne said, we’re better Tex than Mex.
We women have our crystals, men their pecs,
but they have no monopoly on flings.