My questions can make you look great,
Your questions can make us both look great.
My questions reduce your mistakes,
Your questions stop me from wasting my time.
The longer I live the more questions I have
And the more questions I have the longer I live.
My questions could alter your decisions,
Your decisions decide my outcomes.
Silly questions produce the best outcomes.
Children ask the best questions,
But not many adults can answer them.
Questions raised early,
Keep the number of jobs steady.
Miracles like People,
Come in all shapes and sizes.
Kindness encourages us to clean up our mess.
If you can't find kindness in your world,
it may be time for you to venture into my world.
If it is not used in industry,
It is probably not industrial quality.
To avoid being scammed,
We need more than one friend.
For every lowlife scammer,
Preying on those unaware,
There should be a waiting slammer
With just other lowlifes there.
Stealing savings from the lonely
Or the elderly or sick
Is a crime that can be only
Done by those so cruel and slick
That they don’t deserve a pardon
From a life within a cell,
Since all sympathy will harden
When their victims start to tell.
In this techno world we live in,
Scams are easy to perform,
Yet no scammer gets forgiven,
Or at least that is the norm.
When I read or hear a story
Of a person who’s been scammed,
Well, to me, it’s mandatory
That their slammer door be slammed.
In the beginning
I was pure in vision
Seeing unity
Without knowledge of division
Barely walking
With my wobbly legs
I became lost
In the mind's maze
Equating my worth
To service and cleaning
Trying to be endured
Without anyone intervening
I lost my will to be present
Or allow anyone to experience essence
Too afraid to disappoint
Easier to withhold my presence
After healing, I began to flow
Wherever LOVE would lead
Still hidden, deeply
Inside my unexplored need
I see it now, plain and clear
Spiritual memory arose to proclaim
You may have shaped my experiences
But it's too late...I know my name.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-02-2026
Safe at school
safe in the subway…
Safe on the sidewalk
safe on the street…
Safe in my home
safe in the basement…
The American dream scammed
See it on you-tube webcam
I don’t recognize this container I’m in.
Where did it come from and when?
It happened overnight, I thought I had time.
I thought I had braced myself for this inevitable transition.
But when the obvious became real
I was still caught off guard
Not willing now to sanction this transmutation.
It’s frustrating being forced to accept these changes.
I never agreed, show me where and when I signed up for it!
My mind tricked me.
The way I think is childlike and silly.
But the other day I went to scratch my head, and what I saw on my arms,
Made me feel scammed and caused me dread!
The fish scale, wrinkles and hanging muscles.
These can’t be my arms they’re my grandmothers.
I looked closer at this organism
And was astonished to find so many areas falling behind.
Where are the protocols in place to prevent this?
Where are the protocolist, The manufacturers warranties,
And general implements and installments.
I paid in all my life
And this is the assurance my insurance gives me.
Damn, I wish I would have read the small print.
Swindlers
I had been scammed, a woman on Facebook
Asked me for friendship
Told me of a website that could help
Tried, a picture of a well-suited man looking suave
Asked me for 500 euros, before I asked
What he could do for me
Why should I give you 500 euros?
It is my charge to help you recoup your loss
What loss?
I just know, he said
Is it no longer possible to trust any firm operating
On the internet
This demand for money before proving anything
Hoping for the best, is not a solution
Every day I was getting scammed
‘til I found the sign
~ Hey, scammers, here I am
I scry through time with a crystal sphere
Asking of it my future, both far and near
Yet, the images I see were dismally unclear
(It should go without saying that I am not a seer)
I saw a black dog and it's rather cute
It doesn't bark though, perhaps it's mute?
Its silky coat shines like freshly ironed suit
Is it time to do the laundry? I do not compute
Then I saw an owl flying over my house
That's great! I hope it'd prey on the mouse
Who invaded my dresser and chewed on a blouse
The most expensive one too, that dreadful louse!
It then displayed my room, and zoomed in on my bed
Where someone had left on the pillow an old, felt hat
I tap on the hard dome, starting to get mad
Couldn't it bring a sign that can be more easily read?
Finally, it shattered, the infernal ball
I've been scammed! It couldn’t see the future after all
gullible goodness
innocent participant
evil trickery
Vendetta machine scammed me again.
I put in a buck fifty for a dime's worth of chocolate.
It responded with nothing but disgust.
The metal hook just wouldn't let the package go.
Wiggling it in front of my greasy nose
Like a pugilist in his muscled prime.
I quickly struck the metal man from both sides.
left right-left right...
Then a quick jab
to its laughing glass eye.
I tried rocking it
front to back, front to back.
It looked like a drunkard
wobbling along a broken railroad track.
But the metal hook still held fast.
At my mental end and out of breath.
I stuffed a wad of toilet paper in its metal grin.
To warn others of the sugar scam within.
A co-worker rounded the corner and bubbled "happy Monday".
Ditto, I grumbled...walking quickly away.
Without the blessing of a chocolate bar.
From: Now That She's Alone
Story of a Man's Wanting
( the mention to play glissando
and to sing aria)
Do you know what to say
does it make you
wanna just walk away
seems it's clear to me
something more
obviously
maybe it's all in the song
those glaring melodies
something for ee
I swear it alluded me
Villainized by it's potential
scammed to be exploited
all in the attempt of bragging
such is easy for some
to ignore and
I sort feel
they wrote it like a song
maybe it's in the song
It's gotta be in the song
Stand dominates
it's all so complicated
sit down to see
the bright blue sky
the puffy pretty clouds
watch as they go by
when I stop my ponder
get my mind right
and understand
looking to my woman
reaching out to hold her hand
Keeping my lady Happy
Ya'll know I don't wanna be wrong
stop to read the lyric
Maybe it's in the song
Maybe it's in the song
Originally written in Italian
interputed into English)
He ate a Yankee Pastromi sandwich with
Russain dressing running down his cheeks.
In the bitterness of my soul
I wept sore in my solitude
Wallowing in my sorrowful spirit
I lost the sense of my whole
For how long shall I continue in this service?
For how long shall you torment my spirit?
Your words have become like a dagger to my heart
Piercing it into pieces on a daily basis
Your actions have become like a sledgehammer to my heart
Smashing and breaking it on a daily basis
Is this the love you promised me?
Is this the sweetness that you portrayed to my family and friends?
Or, have I been scammed
Again?
Yesterday I was robbed by Elijah,
hacked by Abraham,
scammed by Veronica,
OnlyFans-spammed by Jezebel (oh wait, that one makes sense)
and spammed by the DNC ! by a man named Satan?
How foolish to believe, it sounded so true, kidnapped, scammed, lost it all.
scammed by the industry giant
customer service useless
passed from pillar to post
and back again without resolution
they simply did not care and are therefore
culpable of the fraud
maybe someone will benefit
from reading this ‘poem’
no licence required
only disappointment and injustice
I am voting with my wallet
will never use them again
and some of my friends vowed
to shun them as well
15th December 2022
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