My Spring sacrifice will be
Each and every one of the girls
Who claim I am their mother
For the last time I have not given birth
Nor have I been pregnant
If I hear you held my mothers hand
Or sat on her lap
Then I will have you put in prison
For elder abuse
She had Dementia and brain cancer
She ended up adopting more than two hundred
Different girls all who wanted to be the one and only
Selfish real princess behind my back
There is not a single female on any
News show including Kelly
That has not challenged me
As they assume they have been given the right
To get in my face about me refusing to feed them
Which is why they steal my food
And eat off my plate even though
The judge already told them the truth
They are just drug addicts
With little bundles of burdens
Which I am not happy to suffer
I have no reason to be called
Grandma and if they think
They are going to get away with it
They are crazy and there is always
A mental ward for them
Those who cant just move on with their own lives.
Spring time used to be a good time
My grandfather would visit
All the way from Tennessee
It is his birthday and he spent
It with some years as his step daughters
Always forgot where they came from
He wanted his son not forget him
Even though raised by his uncle
It also meant a double birthday
For my sister and myself
We could choice any day
And enjoy it as a special day
For ourselves but equinox
Was the day our parents wanted
For us to go to the beach
To watch the sunset
We often watched the sunrise as well.
Our family had so many enemies
It is amazing it was never noticed
Until it was too late
We used to have friends
From overseas who wanted to spend time
With us in our family homes
Until Jimmy came with his spoiled wives
He is going to have to be taken care of
Now that he cant keep his tongue out of others
Lives to the point that we suspect
Him of everything under the sun
If I could prove he was responsible
For the World Court decision....
He has many strange friends
Who don't realize that he is classified
As a homicidal maniac
He has been convicted of attempted murder
He is supposed to be incarcerated.
Somehow he got outside and wont go back
He has a few special friends somewhere
When they are caught and their crimes known
There wont be an arrest warrant issued
They will simply disappear
His crimes are so great and so long
That finding the source of his power
Will end in a final decision
By those in power who have had to suffer
His decisions such as crying about things
That have anything to do with anything
And then we find out someone on the other side
Of the world has been given a demand
How did it start?
No one seems to remember
But I am exhausted from it all.
I cant go anywhere in my hometown
Without wanting to cry about something
It is so hard not to be clinically depressed
But just grieving for the past what ifs
And wondering about the future what of's
Exhausted when I wake up from the worry
That has set in deep
That even a day at the beach
Wont erase anymore
A walk on the beach relieves
My soul as does knowing their are responsible
Journalist and commentators and diplomats
Who will have the real view towards
Life and what is occurring in the world.
If I was Mrs. Zelensky
I would cover my head in shame
And hide my face from the world
Her husbands lies have caused so much trouble
Instead she stands proud in front
Of a camera as they fake alarms
Asks people to cry for them
But they don't take care of children themselves
Those kids should have been in orphanage's
Not left to a wandering woman seeking to please
In some fashion what was expected
All those homeless women with no future
All those dead bodies who have not had burials
All for her husband to win another talent championship.
She has no redemption standing next to him
And some of us have stopped crying.
For her and her family
When they get their property back
There will be too much blood
Spilt over their spoiled view
That they deserved freedom
But not their neighbors at all.
Perhaps she should go to the beach
And bare her soul to the world
As Kate did in France
And is now going to be called
Colonel!
All she did was show her tits.!
No one is interested in anorexia bitch
Nothing can repair the damage done to the Queen
Who is now dead because of the elder abuse
She suffered without any one taking care of it.
Just because she was the Queen
She was made to suffer from too many grandchildren.
Who just want to have their way.
Rachel Meghan had better not have me called Grandma!
He little one is not a princess either
Oh, Connie, when are you going to take care of her?
History will see this as a civil war
That got out of hand with everyone else's opinion
While the land dispute is so typical
Donetsk was settled by Welsh industrialist workers
They never went home nor did his family
Get to retain their family property
Once Lenin whose real name was Ulyanov
Jewish but ashamed of it
He had plenty of opportunities.
To make grandchildren without his wife
But never gave back anything to anyone
Just as this spoiled univeristy student
Has no plans of being fair with his neighbors
He did not pay for the land when they left
The Soviet system
It was just assumed they could claim it
Somewhere there is at least one Hughes
Family descendant who has issue
With this refusal to have their family land
Released from enslavement.
When are we going to see his kids
Do any work at all?
Not even serve their country
While Kim's adorable daughter
Stands next to him despite
The threats to her father
She will probably see him
Burnt alive if there is ever a coup
As Zelensky chose to do for his little group
Who have probably gone so far
As to eat the family pets left behind
While those initials photos are still suspect
I will probably be arrested, huh?
I don't have problems with the Bidens
Nor with the America either
I am a descendant of Pocahontas.
And expect to be treated badly
Meanwhile Jimmy just can't deal.
With being just captain Kangaroos
Son, Robert James Keshan junior
Is what he was called?
What will be on his tomb.
When he dies but his body might not be there.
Mr. Xi, I have a question.
What is Chinese?
For Jimmy Hoffa?
I bet you have his bones in one of those storage jars somewhere...
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