Lisa Gordon Calvi
Has been arrested again
Because she is candys daughter
Not mine
She wont give in to the law
They insist they know
Better than she
But alas
She was raised
To not listen to authority
She will not give in
To any medical doctor report
She just knows better
Which is why
The state of California
Paid her parents
Because they had a retarded
Child who was considered
Handicapped or disabled
It meant they did not have to work
Just keep promoting
Thier sick little girl
Which is why they did
Everywhere my family went
Until my father lost his career
My mother lost her mind
And my grandparents
Lost their lives
Which they had worked
Hard at through the war
But no one cares
About war heroes
Certainly not those
Who kept the peace
Or made Hitler give up
Every night
Elisabeth Erica
Prays to her god
Dear Adolf
Would you please
Come back
And wipe out this
Wicked Indian family
We are actually
French, Danish, Russian
And Native American
But who cares?
Certainly not the religion
In which she was raised
I simply grew up
In the same religion
But heard it differently
And also had been trained
Separately than the others
Now there is nothing left
To go to anymore
They removed the headquarters
To some remote farms
Those who don't even know
That a chicken can lay
A blue egg
Much less where eggs
Come from
Have picked up
All their city resources
For remote living
I have a suggestion
For their annual meeting
Why don't they go all remote
No more need
To congregate
Unresponsive ones
Who are just there
For the grub
Homeless individuals
Who cant make it on
Thier own anywhere else
Eliminate them
And let them see
That god is good
And that he provides
In their time of need.
Do you know I was kicked out
Over the issue of some
Believing that god
Does not cause it to rain
On even the good?
A little rain is beneficial
For all.
But some want others
To suffer the consequences
Of having been born better
God does see what they are doing
For instance
All those nasty antisemitic
Comments from Constance comment
Cant be repelled
Know that there is a war
Declared in Israel
They at least gave
People warning to depart
Just as when the Romans
Suddenly left their encirclement
Flee and get out of her
Now this suggestion
Is for the elders
To take seriously
It is known they have
Gotten a little accustomed
To having servants around them
To make their coffee
And shine their shoes
Useless avenues
For grownups
Who would be better suited
Showing the world
How to live amongst
The heathens
As if they were really
Christians after all.
Here it is.
You don't need them
The three little farms
In upper state New York.
Ger rid of them
No more cows to milk
No more cheese to make
Think about it
It would open all sorts of doors
What you need
Is remote access meetings
The Governing body
And their carefully selected
President
Could be housed
As they are vital
To the organization
But they could have
All their information
Done by remote
The writers could
Check in daily
Through their computers
And video chat
To make sure their words
Are being directed
From god to the masses
While the rest of the group
Are unnecessary
Nor more tour guides
Of the facilities
The printing presses
Can be operated
By remote as well
They now have clever
Assembly lines
Where the machines
Do all the work
Even boxing and taping
All that would be needed
Would be volunteer
Truck drivers
To collect and distribute
Thier collection
As Amazon or Uber
Now have those
Who will go shopping
And then deliver
Items from the store shelves
Actually they always had those
In the old days
Of New York city
People did not leave
Thier brick buildings
Everything was delivered
To them in their fortifications
Along the Hudson
Eliminate the little ones
You have middle men
With legs and tires
No more cooking
For the thousands
Just get up in your own
Remote section of the world
And turn on your faithful
Computer with video
And go to work
As the rest of the world
Learned to do during
The Pandemic
Talk to those who need
To hear from you
The writers
To encourage the congregations
The elders to oversee
The humanitarian aid
To the various parts
Of the world
While some roll up
Thier sleeves to ensure
The writs and decisions
Get handled properly
Speaking directly to their
Overseers before they go out
With each group
Making sure those who have
Been disfellowshipped
Do not show up
Time and again
Such as Constance comment
Or those brothers
Who have better things to do
Than ogle innocent women
In their toilet areas
Go home and do the work
Their wife is covering for them
What a beautiful new world
Everyone will have remote access
To the website
Overseed by men
Who no longer have to put
Up with idle chit chat
In the hallways
While yet another couple
Is making out in the haystacks
The elder group
Can led from their selected rooms
While except for the printing presses
Actually we could do away
With those as well
Except for perhaps Bibles
Everything else is online
One can distribute tablets
To those in foreign locations
Where they are towers
For cell phones
In the deepest
African forest
Or scattered desert location
Then instead of walking
To those small farms
Without food or water
AS no one provides
That anymore
They can be directed
From their remote locations
Then the world will be happy
Just like a Hindu monastery
Hidden from the world
Instead of three farms
Smaller enclaves
Of those trusted
And proven reliable
Instead of all the wannabees
Who show up at Bethel
But cant handle the strain
Of a schedule
Much less sitting down
Much less sitting down
And not eating off
Of someone else plate.
It is just a suggestion
Not heresy
Miss Constance Comment
Tea drinker
Take some Splenda
In you cup dear
And make sure it is arsenic!
Anyways
It has been a week
Where there was not much
To say
With Friday the thirteen
Looming over head
Some people don't believe
That god created man
But do believe in these
Silly little things
They cause things to happen
Bad things to good people
And then run off
And claim the person
Is afflicted
By the Devil
I had to have a mold inspection
I have lived for over two years
In the same room
Which has had water damage
From my neighbors
While I have mold
Down my sinks
Something I cant be blamed
In keep spitting up
Phlegm from my lungs
While Mary lu
Is on an ventilator
I only have my nebulizer
Acute asthma
Is what I have always have had
Pneumonia
Though I am not allowed
To be diagnosed with
It might provide sympathy
I just want not to keep
Breathing in harmful spores
Which is why i was already
Out the door
Except for a few of my
Mothers cousins
There was no reason
To show up anymore
I was being called a Russellite
Anyways for being old school
I did read my bible
And practice celibacy
Weirded everyone out
I got the flu shot
With an auto immune disorder
Properly diagnosed
And I have had a week
Of body aches and weak legs
Nothing to worry about
Not contagious
But found myself
In situations
Where I cant do anything
Went to the beach
To commune with god
And his resources
Only to find myself
Under attack again
And not by god
Nor the devil
Got a chance
To see the eclipse
This morning
Just a partial
I forgot to go by
The local library
For my special
Eclipse glasses
Had to find a blank piece
Of paper
And poke a hole in it
With a thin needle
Just a pin prick
Held it up to the sun
Once the fog dissipated
And walla
There it was from my angle
A bulge moving across
The edge of the sun
Partially blocking it from us
It did get dim out of doors
No one else noticed
They were in their
Saturday morning
Hang over stage
Those in Oregon
And Arizona and Florida
Go the full affect
A ring of fire
As the moon
Moved over the sun
But could not cover it all
Providing a spectacular
Evidence of gods creation
At work.
As for god
He is very sad
This week
Those people of his
In that holy land
Have attacked ech other again
How many times
Did he tell them
How many times
Did he save them
And then they turn on
Thier own brothers.
Meanwhile
There is a serial thief
Still at large
He goes around
Masquerading as their friend
But only wants
To prevent them
From enjoying anything at all
He hires young girls
To impersonate
Daughters someone does not have
To inspect and remove
Any offending item
That is deemed to good
For someone
Such as myself
It was all child play
Those who were authorities
In the world when it began
Some 150 years ago
When will it end
This predicted time of the end
Some say it has gone on
To long already
Others say not enough time
For their families
To acquire
The means of their brothers
For themselves to take advantage
Taking advantage
Is the main understanding
Of those left behind
To guard not the rear
Nor keep the bags safe
But for them to get rid
Of the rest of us
Who have already been here
Because it is just not fair
That we had already been
Chosen or selected
Had already worked out
Or provided evidence
Of trustworthiness
My own mother
Was carefully trained
To keep after me
To prove I was wrong
And the Barmettler's
Were intruders
She died without
Thier coming to her
hospital room nor her funeral
Just as i was forced
To watch an old friend
Go down to her grave
Alone without but a few
Of those who knew her
And now we are waiting
For the coup
To settle on a leader
To lead this country
Through budget control
Not to simply throw money away
As they did in Germany
Only to have
Those people
Whom they rescued
Turn on them
If not in real time
In hacking soft ware
Such as Tik Tok
I accidently got on to
Them on day
Could not figure out
Why i was being told
To go out and harm others
With their silly games
Cut them off
Once I realized
Someone had signed me in
If I could just get off
Facebook
Which was used by my
College instructors
To speak to us
And provide us
Safe check-ins
To their remote course
Did sign myself out
But I understand
Someone has put me u
Anyways
It is illegal to pursue
Someone by stalking
And harassing them
Even news media
Can go to prison
Meanwhile the biggest news
Of the week
Is the dying Olympian
Who unseated
A recorded champion
Insisting in her Germans
That she owned
Someone's else glory
Never work out
For the better good
Of humanity
They don't want you
Because candy
Wants to control
Your appointments
And your medical treatment
Which is why some are
Dying over her ignorance
From her mother drinking
Tea during her pregnancy
Since she was a Mormon
Who does not believe in caffeine
Where is my coffee?
Do not harm my coffee pot
Nor deny me my preferred beverage
Or it will mean more than war
But your untimely demise
Diabetic sweet candy .....
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