Jack Smith
You are a thief
A liar
And a bastard
I am the bitch
Who survived
To tell the tale
Of the landlord
From hell
A self proclaimed
Pornographer
A used car sales man
The father of
Eighteen children
From how many wives
One lives in Paris
Another from Honduras
None of them legal
Just like jimmy
A wholesale idiot
Who wont leave
It alone that
He has a golden dick
And has produced
200 plus
With no effort
Aat all
Since he is impotent
He does nit have to do
Anything
But steal everything
Then throw it away
So the rightful heir
Has nothing
After all the years
Of sacrifice
Starvation
And striving
He has stolen
Her right to anything
But he has also given
The old peoples
Buildings away as well
All those years of attempting
The impossible
To make something
Out of nothing
They created gardens
Out of dirt
And neighborhoods
Which he destroyed
Undermining always
The religion of each one
He has conquered
Nothing in his haste
This man did worse
Taking a respectable
House and tearing it up
Making small cubicles
The antiques are gone
As are the personal letter
From various places
Around the world
And not a single book
Has survived
But it his ownership
Of the lives
That reside inside
The once proud
Residence
Of yesteryear
The last remaining
Element
Of the Imperial
Nation to the south
Before renegades
Pillaged
Even more than
The crusaders
Who massacred
The Aztecs
Who had themselves
Rid the Mayan
And Olmec
Of their garden
Of paradise
To no end
There are no more
Honest Mexicans
Nor Catholics left
And Jack Smith
Is one of those
Who have causaed
This situaion
Making sure to be nice
And then stealing
The money or income
Of the wounded
Who have crawled
Inside a beautiful modern
Castle of beauty
Set down in the
City now called
Tijuana
Aunt janes ranch
Was once a mecca
For many international
And no place for them
Inside the United States
So they flee across
My family inherited
The old ranch's
Who had hoped
When they crossed
The deserts
And the mountains
And the ocean before
They would find peace
If not paradise
Instead there are those men
Who make your life
Miserable
Holding you down at night
Giving injections
Or worse
To soften one up
For what comes next
A pregnant woman
In a mental hospital
An innocent man
A Mexican jail
A man who was once
A chief at a great resturant
That is no lnoger standing
Who has no ability
To take care of hmself
And the mother of a son
Who cant work
And has no place to go
As well a few students
Who run out of places
To go and just need
A plce to rest
Before they go back
To the world of preyers
Only to have their life
Sucked out by a man
With no ability to know
He does not even own
The building but talks
About what he is going
To do to a former family
Residence
Asking others to help
While he is infirmed
And then demanding
Money before they can go
To the border to retrieve it
Only a few are wicked enough
Will eat the food
Out of your mouth
Or take your last dollar
Or demand service
For payment
When it is not even owed
His daughters take the last
Place of privacy
In order to earn their
Keep on their back
For even they do not
Get free rent
A woman who walks
In with two babies
Runs out the door
With her four children
As she is quick
To discover what he wants
And another one has
Been sold for his rent
Promised a ride
To the border before
He takes her as well
Wont come down on time
Her suitcase packed
And ready just in case
Only to have it put
Inside a closet
With a lock on the door
The rest of the ones
Who did not come back
Have their suitcases
Stacked a dozen deep
What hope is there
Walking past them
Everyday knowing
There is nothing else
To do but wait
For the check in the mail.
When it arrives
To flee across
The once great city
With only the clothes
On your back
And your purse
With your passport
He missed that for some
Reason unless he forgot
To see if I was the only one
With one of them.
The others pleading
Thier cause
Each time they crossed
To stand in the mercy
Of god with an empty
Stomach
And no money left
The hours it takes
For them to watch one
Before allowing one
To be processed
To finally cross the line
That once was further south
When the homestead
Was first built
And not part of a communist
Country that prefers
Drug dealeers and smugglers
To honest citizens
There are no christians
Left in the land
Not even when the Pope
Came to visit
All those women
Wanted to know
Is what happened to their
College kids
Who were studying
To be Teachers
Only to board a bus
For a field trip
Forty-four bodies
Gone into thin air
Just found in garbage bags
That is the kind of people
The land has become
Under the type
Of man such as
Jack Smith
Who steals lives
While the innocent
Are left with no dreams
After they do reach safety...
There is nothing left
Now of the former
Promises made
By christian women
Who had no intention
In honoring them
Nor is their mercy
For a single person
Who thought to show
Kindness
A new man
Has gone done
By the once mighty
Force of Investigation
Jack Smith
Is the unfortunate
One with the same name
Is he the same kind
Of man who steals
Another's life?
Will he leave a man
With nothing but
The clothes on his back?
Soon we will see
If he is different
Than the other one
Mercy upon his soul...
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