Less than thirty days ...

There are easier ways

Of dealing with a messy situation

For instance,

Kamala's photo has been removed

From the Social Security office

There sits Biden all smiles

And then that empty space

With a wall mount 

And no Vice President

Wonder what that is about?

In India and the general area

Execution by elephant

Was their capital punishment

Program where upon

An unsuspecting beast

Would be forced to walk

Over a paralyzed person

On the ground

Effectively crushing 

The Individual out of existence

Just as so many 

Of the younger Africans

Have taken advantage

Of a harmless brown skinned female

They just want to be

The Princess

Excuse me!

You are my mamma!

For the last time

I did not have sex

With Barack Obama!

Nor Micheal Jackson

Or Bill Crosby!

Please do not continue

To insult me by opening 

Your eyes wide 

And threatening me.

I worked hard at 

My real career

Journalism

My mother kept interfering

And keeping me on dopamine

In order to control

Her own circumstances

She already knew 

She had brain cancer

Lying was her advantage

She could do whatever 

She wanted and get away 

With it since she was dying

Now those same children

Who just wanted not to be

Part of the MLK generation

But step on the backs 

Of others 

Especially Indians

Are in positions of power.

Causing me to loose 

My life's dream

And not even able

To defend myself 

Against all the discrimination

And outright violence

Which has occurred against me

I even have Ludmilla's

Black baby girl Richelle

As well as Rebeca Debronai's

Mistake demanding I am their mama

I do not have any daughters.

Nor can I have babies

Still dealing with Uterine Cancer.

Meanwhile I climbed the ranks

Old style

With all the hard jobs

And no Hilton hotel vouchers

I walked, climbed, and swam

My assignments

And occasionally

I was even arrested 

In the Soviet system

Such as when 

I attempted to bring to light

That just like Cokie's 

Three mile island story

I was watching 

A place called

Chernobyl getting ready

To cause worldwide chaos.

No one remembers

My delivery of the newest news

A nuclear plant

In Russia was exploding

With the local inhabitants

Not being warned with sirens

Or anything only to be set upon

By the authorities

Right in front of my camera

I was knocked to the ground

And handcuffed

I have been inside 

A Siberian compound

The only frightening thing

Is that no one knows

Where you are

And yet they do know

They just dont come

Those children were special to me

Navalny was one of them

He took advantage of it.

He was one of the last interveiws

I did in the old days

Of the twentieth century

He was all about how 

He had beat the system

He was now a lawyer

And was going to become

Better than the Capitalist reporter

In front of him.

He had already heard 

Of my demise

They knew ahead of time

That I was insignificant

I was now a nobody.

I was the spelling bee champion

The first girl and the youngest

To shake hands with the President

Poor Nixon did not have a chance

After that nor did his opposite

What was that guys name?

The Russian leader

Between Stalin and Yeltsin?

Nobody remembers 

Do they?

Anyways I got a free trip

To Siberia to a small town

Where I learned to be a good

Pioneer in Soviet Russia

Before someone rescued me

And sent me home to America

Very funny

She was just visiting...

My mother began to sell me

To other women

In order for them to know what

It felt like to be the mother

Of an Indian princess

My sister was the little princess

Who died in 1972

My mother quickly replaced her

With another boy 

And then in 1976 

She was pregnant again

My father was having 

A nervous breakdown

And the baby disappeared

There are a couple of options

For this poor lost boy

Including Navalny

He is not my brother

But just by association

He came under Jimmys

Eye of destruction

He was not very wise

In his choices

And since my mothers 

Death in 2005

His actions got worse

In my mind

Causing things

And doing things

And blaming the wrong ones

As if someone else

Was telling him what to do

There are many who have

Given the impression

That they are something else

Such as dear Candy

Who calls herself a queen

And allows herself to use

The phone to threaten 

Til the persons

Drops dead on the other end

Now he is dead

As well, on a walk

Just going for a walk

I was busy yesterday

Just trying to get my medical records

I know I have a heart condition

And need a pulmonarias

Which the doctor did refer

But they insist they cant take me

They don't like Obama insurance

Just not good enough

Meanwhile a kid 

Who would not stop harassing me

Is now the local anchor for ABC news.

I can see him in my mind

Showing up and making up this story

That he was my kid

Would not stop doing it.

It is embarrassing 

When one is not racist

But still has not had a lover

My husband was white

He is no longer  mine

Due to the constant strain

Of finding one more kid

Wanting to know 

Why his mother was not 

With his black father

Instead of walking around

Local community

There is a dead man

In Davis who was a PHD candidate

Now he is no longer living

All this fuss about 

A nobody

Who might be a real descendant

Of Pocohantas

But is not going to share

That with any white German girl

Nor any African one either.

Besides Demi Moore

Stoled that registration

A long time ago.

She also stooled my dog

Harry and my brother

Whom she still has lunch with

As for my dad

She never did give him back

He died by fire.

That last morphine injection

Which caused another boy

To go on the stands

To defend me 

That it was not my fault

Someone else came in behind me

And provided him one too many

Shots in the arm

His body was covered with burns

Wasn't Demi in Florida

That weekend?

As for the guy 

Who took to many punches

At a politician

Who was also a lawyer

A chauffer

A taxi driver

And the husband

Of an airline stewardess

Who was known to have affairs

She was even Jimmys wife 

He might not be guilty

Of anything but abiding

By his system of justice

Capital punishment

Is different in different countries

Just as is refusing service

Is sometimes construed

A misdemeanor

Frustrated at having

To go for no contest

When I was only guilty

Of receiving something by mail

But then the charges

Had already been dropped

It was just a formality to have me

Appear in court

That stiletto healed blond

Did not get the memo

I was not to be charged

She just wanted to get even

For the black teller

Who had to have me

Walk in to her place

Did nothing wrong

But be in the wrong place

With the wrong skin color.

Still cant get the locals

To allow me to not be

Deprived of my own accommodations

It is so bad now adays

Barbara and Diane

That once you break that glass

One has to live in the shards.

It is less than thirty days

Before the elections 

In Moscow

It is suspicious

The man should become ill

On his daily walk.

It is wrong to blame

The one in power

Instead of agitator

Such as Jimmy

Who has always had it in

For this one in particular

I would never have known

Who Putin was if not for Jimmy.

I have interviewed him as well

Tucker and I was forced to ask

The wrong question

Where upon he got up 

And walked out on me.

Just cant win.

Did you know 

My grandmother

Not jimmies

Was a radio announcer

And she interviewed

The Windsor's on radio

Before the abdication?

She also interviewed 

Eisenhower in the field

Before he returned as a hero

And the Trumans were 

Personal friends whom she played bridge

Was the first television interview

And by a woman not a man.

Don't have hard feelings.

It used to be politicians

Were frightened of the media

Now they own it.

Bidens accuser is being charged

By the CIA for falsifying information

And Trumps is on the stand.

For having sex!

Wonderful new century

Twenty-first was not going

To be the same old one.

The Millennials 

Are not waiting for 

The Baby boomers

To retire to take over

As mine the missing one

Was told to do

They are getting rid

Of grandparents

Sometimes there own

They were promised

And given the impression

That they were all little

Princesses and Princes

Little dictators

Is what they all are

Including Jimmy's

John Juan

Who called me his

Homeless prostitute mother

While he was carrying out

All of my belongings

So he could run a business

Out of my place

Caught on fire

And he did not have insurance

Still waiting for all the Germans

To go back home

Now that the wall has come down

So we can also send packing

All these Hispanic catholic communists

To Spain where they came from

Sorry Leonor

Should not even think

I will be pleased if you also

Want to call me mother

With all my aches and pains

I awoke today

Barely being able to breathe

To find out that one of my none

Brothers has died

Jimmy has tried to kill

Them all

And from afar

Which drove his psychologist

Into a nervous breakdown

He was sure he was 

Really killing people

While sitting in his ass.

Just as I was not sure

What was going on.

Was I having epileptic attacks

Or PTSD?

With my broken jaw

It is still hard to tell.

I am doing much better

As the expression goes

But still not healed

Of all the atrocious things

That have occured

Guilty by association

With those I still believe

Can make a difference

Even if it is not my way 

Of doing things.

Farewell little brother

You were not mine

But I was forced to accept

Your attentions

My the right one win

Not Lord Jimmy

Nor queen candy

Please god

Do not let us go 

Into darkness

Just because it is election time!