What are they?
Large brown and ugly
Long legs and vicious beaks
Limpkins
Coots
Curlews
I even saw a grandpa
Pelican
Really, he was super large
All these seabirds
No one sees these guys
Except when there is something
Such as a Hurricane
Moving through
Then they seek shelter
As well as humans
Imagine living your life
Outside the normal
Then something huge occurs
And one has to seek shelter
They were all over
The Seaport marina
While the navy yard
Was empty due them
Seeking higher seas.
What can one imagine
Of the old homestead
Once consider a grand house
And only the rich came calling
As the place on the coast
Was in good shape
But no longer
Under the wrong management
It has been declining
Someone wanted to make
It into a campground
Imagine the private compound
Which once had a church
And a schoolhouse
As well as a pool house
And a large enclosed pond
Several larger houses
The family had inherited
Just before the great depression
But others arrived
While they were gone
Having the roaring twenties
Type of parties
Then they left as well
With any valuables
Not nailed down
1929 was hard
On everyone.
There were marble floors
Then there was hand made tiles
Finally a hard wood floor
Was put in to keep up
With the modern times
It was just a dirt floor
They keep ripping up the floor
When the last huge storm
Occurred they called me
To come out and save them
Then they turned on me
Killing my fahter
And destroying my mother
While my life became
A living hell,
Even sweet Denise
Insists a six year old
Gave birth to her.
Perhaps some religions
Could have science discussions
Since so many live in a fantasy
Where the impossible
Is all they talk about
Making the entire religion
Sound ridiculous
No one believes a six year old
Gave birth to anything
Not even a kitten.
Meanwhile a hurricane
Hit Ensenada
A former French territory
And an international mecca
For many until the Imperial Mexico
Went all communists and cartels.
They have not called
Nor are they possibly
Still standing
After all there was no repairs
They took out the phones
And television and radio signals
The gates keep being removed
And the Wi-Fi along with security
Also discarded
So those with no reason
Could so up without
Permission
Such as the Hurlbutt's
Somebody wants to loose
His dick
Claiming to be my son in law
But wants to explain to me
That he expects to be taken care of.
There they are all gone
Those houses in front
Must have been swept away
Since the were built
On top of the Olympic size pool
The cliff may have given way
The old road was washed
Away a long time ago
What of the edificio?
Is it just hanging
On the edge ?
Or did it fall into the beach
Below.
And the older buildings
With cracks in their walls
Are they empty shells?
Or did they manage
To keep on standing?
A flattened earth
Is what I am expecting
When I go down there
Once the roads
Are navigable
With a shoot gun
To shoot Gary C
And anyone else
Who even thinks
Of arriving just like
Vultures on a non abandoned
Piece of dirt
Which once held the dreams
Of an old woman
Who had arrived as a young bride
To see what her uncle had left
To her in his will.
She also made a will
But no one looks at it
They don't care
Free, free, free
Except Denise is not free
Nor is her husband going
To be happy
With my final decision
Candy keeps insisting
She is the owner
Which is one reason
The old lady made a will.
But Jimmy got in the way
All these silly little girls
Believe they can falsely claim
To be my duaghter
Born out of wedlock
And they are real princessess
Behind my back
Such as Amy Adams
Who gave it all away
Or my mother who kept
Lying about being cut out
Of the will due to having
Already robbed her own grandma.
I have decided
Since I am not allowed to kill
Jimmy
I will instead
Maim him for life
Let him spend
The next thirty years
In a nursing hospital
He put so many of the old ones
In them just to get rid of them
Such as my mothers aunt
Who took care of her
And was older than my own
Grandmother who was shoved
Down the stairs by some spoiled girl
I grew up hard
Worked even harder
Having achieved almost
The impossible
Only to be taken out
By him over his promisses
Of nothing at all
But for thirty years
I have been drugged
And knocked over
And robbed as well
As attempted rape
While the old aunt
Sat waiting for me
To come visit
Which I did do
But was immediately
Removed by crazy Lisa
Mona Lisa
It is such a sad song
And sadder painting
The beauty of world
Was stolen so many times
That no one really knows
Which one is the real one
There are more of them
In the closest
Copies made to cover
The thefts.
Just like Jimmy
Is going to loose
His ability to speak
And walk
While he lays in his bed
Not allowed to leave it at all
But just lay there doing nothing
For the rest of his life
Now sixty years old
He is not needed
These young girls
Don't want his dick
Nor his tongue
They will not miss him
Nor will the world leaders
Only my mother
Will cry over her missing
Property, not the land
The boy that made it possible
For her to keep on lying
Everyday of her life.
Jimmy and his romper room
Routine are going to come to an end
As will all those girls
Who keep faking being family...
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