hostage
Trapped, falsely imprisoned, identity stolen, wages deprived, abuse of power, denied freedom
Unable to move and measured, no structure to enter, prisoner of war.
A movement of legal monetary policy allows for these crimes against me, today, 3/23/2025
Self employed as a writer. Inhumane conditions for working in the country, the city workers fail federal codes, failing to report crimes, participation in crimes. Failing to turn themselves in to the authorities
The offence he committed
He finally admitted,
After his case file was submitted
And witnesses’ evidence permitted …
Also, the money has he remitted
And the name of his accomplice vomited.
Still his movement is much limited
Like gases from an industry emitted.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou can buy drinks at McD’s for a buck,
Wait, that means thou never want to pay,
Thou went to see a psychic for good luck.
Sometime too hot thou think thou are at clubs,
The ways you act embarrass all thy friends ;
And when we need to drag thou out of pubs,
We hope thy hot behaviour will soon end.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Especially in winter when thou wear;
Shorts too short with legs far too displayed,
“Oh my god, I can see her underwear,”
Thy “summer’s” kind of ratchet after all
Thy friends will wait until you turn to fall.
My words flow poetically through lines with nouns and verbs
Eagle wing'd sentence's flying with colorful green aroma's floating in a stream full of paragraphs waiting to be drank by literate thirsty people.
I speak not for the strong but with strong words for the weak in a illiterate heap uneducated grave six feet in a game full of lies prison celled concrete a new poetic treat with these hard thought words that only I can think.
Now as a poet words come to me first nature where one's words stay committed in a world full of shoes where not even half are fitted where money remains top priority we all trying to get it until I die with words in my grave then this poetry *****I can say I quited but until Im poetically commoded on and shitted Im going to stay Poetically Committed.