I know you don't know me.
But everyone is following you.
You do have a presence.
And all those trips
Back to your home state
Does not hurt you.
Nor leave us much room.
For misunderstanding you plan
To stay in position
It is assumed you will run.
For office after old Joe
Is pushed into a retirement home.
Did you know there is a new baby?
In the town of Holy Sacraments?
Sacramento was one of the last cities.
To make it in the old West
Situated on two rivers.
It became the last place.
For the Capital
And William Lands' End Park
Is home to a few fairy tales?
Such as Fairy tale town
For the small of stature
A Reagan inspired golf course.
Yes, Ronald was Governor.
Of California before heading East
And the Sacramento Zoo.
They have a new family member.
Shani or Channey has provided.
Some Hope in these terrible times
She made a baby Giraffe.
For us all to enjoy
Only knee high at birth
But adorable with those
Long eyelashes and covered in spots.
Might not be a bad idea.
To make best friends
With the Governor Gavin
So reminiscent of the Brown family
Almost like having a grandson in town.
Old Pat Brown came from Scotland.
And set up his family firm.
His son has now retired from two terms.
But this adopted guy is not too bad.
Now gently put your foot in
To see what they are going to name her.
Kamala after you?
It is the city of Camelias.
Maybe they will do it.
Or just Cyclone as her mother
Survived those lashing winds.
And Noah's ark deluge in her enclosure
Well, whatever it will be.
She is a welcome sight for sore eyes.
Those other two unmentionables
Are just too raw for words.
What have we become?
A nation of grudges
And grievances?
Not since the seventies
Have there been a rash.
Of gun toting coworkers
Who just could not stand?
Their job anymore
It is sad when a child.
Takes a gun to school.
As well to get even
With his demons.
I recall the days of Shawn.
Just wanted to get even with everyone.
Was not allowed access to guns.
Nor allowed to learn how to shoot.
But he showed up anyways.
With rifles which he carefully aimed
He says he missed his shot.
But there were all those killings.
In Sacramento on the east side
Twenty-two kills we are told.
One guy confessed.
But the cops did not believe him.
Meanwhile, I was traveling in the vicinity.
Where the FBI headquarters are located
Had to replace my windshield.
Because there was a hole in it.
Winged!
By someone I know has another family
In the south where they let
Bad boys learn to shoot.
Squirrels and other varmints.
Shawn grew tired of his game.
And changed his name.
To Jimmy instead
Just wanted to distract people.
He used to say when he got caught.
Doing something he should not.
His real mother sighed each time.
While his daddy would trot out
To pay the bills
Rich parents and their bastards
I still say he had a hit list of victims.
Some of whom died without warning.
He liked to hike in the mountains.
Such as the place where Julian
Has disappeared.
Could someone send up a drone?
With a camera to see closer
To the ground?
Hate to have the wolfs find his body.
Before the spring thaw.
Sad what life brings.
All those awards
And nothing but a phone
To mark his passing.
When Jimmy or Junior
As his parents called him
Passes over to that other place.
I think I will sell his organs.
To foreign mercenaries
Who needs an organ?
With morphine
His adrenaline when he is on the hunt.
Goes into mania.
As I well know
Having been locked inside elevators.
A few times
Complete collapse
And broken elevator
Has happened a number of times.
When I was working
He hates it when he gets caught.
Maybe I won't bother burying him either.
Just take him out to his favorite
Haunt and let the vultures do the job.
Nothing left over to find at all.
Junior Keshan gone.
There are some of his real families.
Friends who will breathe a sigh of relief.
As for this other guy
Down South Carolina way
I hardly can make heads or tale.
Of this misadventure
The court has a fine job.
Ahead of them
To prove his phone
Is the guilty party.
He arrives on the scene.
He says of a brutal beating.
His wife and son are dead.
This after his housekeeper
Was shoved down the steps.
I wonder if Teresa went to work for them.
Jimmy does like to have his way.
If anyone has shifty eyes
It is the wife in the photos.
She could have been doing.
Something behind her husband's back
Loan sharks and gambling debts
Are not unknown to the ladies.
Of the south.
Secret mortgages on the family farm
To pay off her sons' disabilities
One does not know what she was doing.
Nor what the sons were up to.
In a domestic situation
Especially in the south
It is best to cast downstream.
Sometimes and see what the worm.
Can find because this is a tall tale.
So far from the District Attorney
Not that he might be guilty.
Is sweet, faced Jimmy.
With his blue eyes and blond hair
Were on the stand....
He has been convicted a few times.
Not supposed to step inside the state.
Of Florida, Arizona, California, Alaska ...
He does anyways
The women just swoon over him.
While this tall former redhead
Might not be too cocky.
Until his lawyers
Can prove beyond a reasonable doubt.
Life is different for those in some.
Economic brackets
One thinks they have a life of special care.
But it gets thrown to the wind.
When a suspicious mind
Comes around.
They are more likely to be picked up.
For no reason at all
And then have the charges dropped.
After getting their picture taken.
Who can know what the day will bring?
When all it takes is a phone call
From a stranger to simply say
The person is a thieve or a crazy
With no authority and there goes
The once fine morning
Into the darkness of night.
Wonder what tomorrow will bring?
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