Girl this is about the night my step son went to jail and you sent John to get you liquor and sat on the phone with my X all night pretending to care. Great piece!
I did not read this. Too Faced go tf away. Thanks!
The first few lines I read I knew exactly what you were speaking about.
Your like a spoiled child who must have everything. Get over yourself.
My son Patrick was born in August of 1995. I was 20 years old living not far from where I am now. I had already been to jail once and have been several times since. The last being a Federal conviction for a charge they made up after holding me for 113 days on no charges in 2017. I have since found my sister, old friends and family members working as "does" in the courts and discovered a mountain of evidence proving theft that started just after my birth. We are not broken people our system is broken. Federal agents are paid between 30 and 170 grand a year in my area alone to trap people in false friendships and relationships. Thank you for writing.
I think Claude H. A. Simpson would have said "old boy's club" and not "old boy club" making you a fraud. I do not care how many sources of your friends who published books so you could then refer to them as credible sources you have. Thanks!
Your poem is great.
Lacking some truth.
Jesus was a metaphysician.
One of the best.
We have documented proof.
What he was not is a God.
Not meant to be worshiped.
Though he did his job.
The God you are seeking has no religion.
You don't have to ask a priest for forgiveness.
You wish for others what you want for self.
Do everything in your power to see on them wealth.
Doing that guarantees a great outcome.
No one is supposed to be left out son.
I read this for 5 seconds and stopped because you are speaking of "Mystery Mountain" in Valley View Ca. It is stolen and they are watching you there. Unincorporated. When I say "they" I am not speaking of ghosts or anyone that would ever actually harm you other than filming legally and trafficking you on the dark web. You guys allow it.
I love this poem about losing our modern comforts. When I grew up I had no cell phone we had to get directions and write them down and if we got lost we were f'd. Great job!
I did not read this all the way through because it starts with this side and that side. We are a human race so any side that has anything to do with killing other humans and making them suffer is the wrong side. If you are a part of a group or a side you naturally have group bias. You will never get anywhere if everyone in a group is forced to think the same way. People are not projects. Until people stop trying to live off of other people we will get no where.
Like the ones who responded at Jonestown? Oh. I was kidnapped from there and have been tortured my entire life because everyone is living off of my estate. Thanks to the veterans who have not received a payment somehow because of me. Love y'all!
That wasn't original being that you used the "Nightmare On Elm Street Template" but great attempt to make it seem like you can turn anything into a poem. I will rate 3 stars and include 20 gift points. Enjoy your day!
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