THE SHEER NOTION OF SURVIVING SEVERE TERRORIST THREATS HOME INVASIONS FROM MY STALKERS SEARCHING FOR OBITUARIIES HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMAS MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES MILLITARY RECORDS OUTDATED CANCEL EXPIRED DEACTIVATED ID CARDS RANDOMLY ALTERING IMMUNIZATIONS RECORDS PASSPORTS MY STALKER BELIEVED SHE COULD ACTUALLY EXTORT MY HUSBANDS PURPLE HEART MEDAL HACKING INTO COMPUTERS TV AMAZON ACCOUNTS FINDING MY COLLECTION NON TAXABLE PENNY SENDING PRAYERS TO MY ENEMIES CORRUPT FEMALE MELVIN PURVIS OBSSESSED WITH MY LIFE HENCE MY DEATH MY SPOUSE MY FAMILY INCLUDING DECEASED LOVED ONES OBITUARIES UNAFRAID OF YOUR THREATS I FOUND YOUR TROJAN HORSE FROM VERIZON TO YAHOO TO APOLLO BACK TO YAHOO VIRUS MALWARE DISCOVERED YOUR TRASH THAT KNOCK OUT VERIZON CUSTOMERS TWISTED YOU TRIED TO INSTALL ON MY OLD COMPUTER HACKING INTO PERSONAL FILES MEDICAL RECORDS BILL PAYING RECIEPTS MULTIPLIED BY MELVIN PURVIS SUBTRACT JOHN DILLINGER AL CAPONE ADD NON TAXABLE PENNY DIVIDED BY ONE PHENNING BITTE DATA BREACH IDENTITY FRAUD CYBER ATTACK NOT A LEGAL TENDER BLUEBERRY DANISH SCONE FREE
I just won a medal
I wasn’t in a war
I think it’s made of gold
I don’t know what it’s for.
I’m shocked at what it weighs.
They threw me a parade
I got an honorary degree
Jimmy Fallon had me on TV
now everyone recognizes me
My old friends say I’m fickle
by the paparazzi I am heckled
I was notified that it’s ‘taxable’
It seems that it’s quite valuable
I was afraid it might be stolen
so I put it in the Smithsonian.
Now that I’m not wearing it
people have started to forget
now no one buys me drinks
or cares about what I think.
I’m no longer on the Wheaties box
fame was a drug and I’m in detox
The whole thing was bizarre,
should I do ‘Dancing with the Stars’?
or simply let it go - fadeout gracefully?
I think anonymity suits me.
12/30/20
Feeling like a human
Trying to avoid financial ruin
With marijuana and alcohol, I've been abusive
Yet I've still been lucid
Not completely useless
Despite me being foolish
To me music
Is rather therapeutic
I'm feeling like an actual
Animal
Evolving and being adaptable
Not concerned with capital
Or being impractical
Close and far from objects that are flammable
Life going up, down and diagonal
People are weirdos, like Hannibal
Happy to be a cannibal
I'm fallible
Feeling detachable
Or radical
Among items considered 'taxable'
Got the job done by being rational
Not tyrannical
What I learned and experienced is invaluable
What to do about those under the table?
When those paying them are unable,
And have gone back to their scrabble.
Should we be worried they might become unstable,
When a constable is to us unreachable.
If an amnesty was the solution most suitable,
Would they deem that call trustable?
Doing nothing would runs risks considerable,
As desperate people become unreasonable,
And could make decisions that were once to them unthinkable.
Have we any room in our hearts for those now playing scrabble,
To see their actions as forgivable,
When they made some legitimate businesses unprofitable.
Then there are the businesses who took money under the table,
That is never counted as taxable,
And now can't be counted when loss of income is considerable,
Requiring a handout from those who deem it despicable.
Maybe compassion is the only thing thinkable,
With crumbs no longer falling from the table,
And we can leave accountability,
To a time when the situation is more favourable,
And our actions more reasonable,
With those now playing scrabble,
Or making a living under the table,
More likely to be amiable,
To a life that is sustainable.
Stuck in a quagmire
Bound by a bog
Blinded by mist
And shrouded by fog
I try to move forward
But only go down
Grasping and groping
To find solid ground
All of my efforts
And all of my pains
Only produce
More taxable gains
Each swing of my hammer
Each bead of my sweat
Just launches me further
And deeper in debt
If only just once
A buck was a buck
And not just a target
With me as the duck
I might live to flourish
Fulfilling my dreams
Instead of recurring
To shadows and schemes
But maybe one day
The clouds will all break
The sun will shine through
And I will awake
To stand in the glory
That I should have known
Could only be found
At the side of the throne
Rockman :-)
The Matriarch
crying out beneath the earth
the cemetery seed
which dies before it has its birth
in a hail storm of need
leader of the fallen child
in nadir of man's greed
treasure in the vultures mouth
circling to feed
everything I have you left
it's value does exceed
the taxable trinkets of a life
that made the hearts of blind men bleed
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
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