They promised a king!

They were promised

A King!

They made him 

Wait until he was old

Over seventy

When he was ready

At 25

Just as she was 

Not ready as a wife

And mother

To assume her 

Fathers shoes...

Life is not fair

I have lost my

Entire family

To just jimmy

Who wants his way

Because he is a King

In his eyes

In his head

He has assumed

The idea of controlling

Everyone else

To our detriment

Because he is 

Delusional 

Criminal Insane

But, but

My great grandfather

Gave up a career

In the Danish military

After his family 

Lost in the border

Skirmish of Germany

They are no longer

Nobles due to this

They chose to immigrate

To America 

Where everyone gets

To be his own king

Or so they are told

As long as they don't

Kill anyone

Jimmy kills...

My grandfather

Was guaranteed

A life of luxury

After his father and him

Fought in those wars

As merchants and traders

They could import or export

Instead he found his life

Being stolen 

By jimmy

Who keeps interfering

With the mail and phones

In order to have those

Bank accounts 

For himself

He even robbed his own real mother

Who died of a heart attack

My father and his father

Both Indian chiefs

With military accomplishments

And access to oil

They should have been

Extraordinary rich!

Instead they both 

Suffered at the hands

Of jimmy

This little thing

Over there were a man

Wants to play guitar

Instead of looking 

Under the floorboards

Has cost me my life

I have lost my only

Romance

I have lost contact

With all of my family

Have been surrounded

By thugs and thieves

Who just want me

To hand over my money

So they can keep on smoking

We are all sick inside

This building

Which was once 

A fort and a church

A place of refuge

Along the river

Only to have it stolen

And destroyed

They blame the mayor

Who is Alaskan native

Instead of their own

German selves

When are they going

To go home

Those Germans

Who don't want to

Save the world

But have everybody

Give them a life

After they helped

Themselves to others

In Germany

I don't believe 

The sniffles

We did not know

Who are neighbors 

Were going

They did know

They were the first

To go inside 

And lift up the floor boards

They took what they wanted

And reported innocent ones

Just to have their things

Life has not changed

And jimmy kills

I don't believe that

This man Zelensky

Is any better than he claims

He has continued 

To rob us of our incomes

And caused troubles

All the way down

Into our families

Were as his wife

Lives in a plush palace

And he has access

To everything of those

Who ran away

And those who have

Been hiding things away

When is he going to be 

Caught as a traitor!

His own people

Left in the millions

While he has stained

His hands with the blood

Of those innocent neighbors

The Donetsk asked 

For their freedom

Why can't he give it to them?

Because they don't want to lose

The mineral resources

Of that area?

Why doesn't he play

Macbeth?

He would be perfect!

I once came upon

A man that jimmy

Had killed

I was often not

With my identical sister

I saw jimmy scurrying 

Away from our family

Compound which was 

Once rich enough for a time

I saw her running up the stairs

Of what is called

The castle

Only half of it stands

Because jimmy

Took a bulldozer

And was tearing

The whole thing down

Just a large white house

On a cliff near the ocean

Marble floors 

And crystal lamps...

Now it is dirt floors

Because jimmy dug 

Everything up with

His own hands

Laying on the ground

When I am through 

The once proud gates

Of the new iron horse

Was a young man

Lying on the ground

Who is this?

I kept screaming

Until they came

The adults 

Who hid during the day

To find a young arab boy

Was dead on thier property

He was unknown to them

He was just lying there

As if he was sleeping

He had been poisoned

They said as we buried 

Him in our family plot

As no one had come to claim him

He was an Arab prince!

jimmy was screaming

From the other side

An adjacent property

Where he would hide out

Until he wanted to get 

Someone instead at home

In Hollywood

Where his real family

Still resides...

They don't know what happened

But I figured it out

From my sisters stories

Before her life's was 

Cut short on jimmies

Real birthday

He claims the day

Of the dead fetus

As his birthday

My parents first

Pregnancy ended

In death at six months

I am their first born

Not jimmy

This weekend 

Will be both

Geronimo Terry's 

Birthday

As well as the one

Celebrated by jimmy

Beware all!

There have been

A series of earthquakes

Not far from his home

On the border

He must be up to something.

She was sold as a slave

My little four or five 

Year old sister

Jimmy had taken

Her away from her mother

Because he wanted

To be her prince

Native Americans

Claim they don't have

Princes and princesses

Anymore in thier own

Snobbish rich way

Because most of them

All filthy rich

From the mineral rights

But persist

My sister was given 

The honor as the granddaughter

Of one of those 

Manhattan project guys

But it is not transferrable

There are a lot of journalist

Going to be shocked

They are not only my daughters

They are also not

Really anything but 

Bastards born to drug addicts

Given up at a Catholic charity

And provided homes

Along with the same story

Sad story of jimmy

And most of them 

Are too stupid to not show it....

It was in the desert 

She said were she got lost

She remembered the tents

The beautiful music

And the strange tasting food

The men wore 

Ghost sheets

All white 

And no electricity 

She thought she was 

In one of the story books

A thousand and one nights....

Enchanted 

She was charming

Until she was forced

To get married

To one of them

In order to keep her

They were going to make

Her into a real princess

He was a young man

Who dreamed of America

All those stories

And the pictures

Only seen on trips

To Damascus or someplace

When they worshipped

Thier god Allah

And Muhammed

He was not a bad boy

Just a young one

He left with her

After the ceremony

That made her his

She had done this before

Convinced someone

That she was a rich heiress

And we should have  had

Money in the bank

But those oil rights

Of ours were stolen

As well as our banks

Even know there 

Is another bank

Left empty and abandoned...

They had a hard time

Getting out and he got them on

A boat which came to the west coast

Instead of going east

As expected

He loved her as his toy

When she grew up

She would be rich

She was very pretty

My twin and charming

Whereas I have always

Been told I am cold

And distant

And......

Bitterness at watching

The men be humiliated

By this kid

Who belongs to someone else

Jimmy, jimmy

What have you done?

This time....

Someone's rich spoiled

Pince of a son

Is buried on our property

We will never know

And yet eeryone

Of my family have suffered

Great things

That should not be mentioned

While squatters are using

It as a whore house

They are going to pay

For what they have done

Meanwhile

How would you like 

Him to die?

Jimmy the killer

Of young men

And little girls dreams....

What really happned

The mother says

From her grave...

Is that jimmy

Always had a pocket

Full of pills

He would steal them

From people

Old men with heart pills

And young women

With birth control pills

Then he would extort

Promises from people

Then there was candy

Who was always hiding

With her needles

They think the guy

Siad he had a head ache

As he found the place

With too many relatives

Laid down and overdosed

Candy probably had jabbed

Him with one her tranquilizers

But it was jimmy

Who was seen handing him

A handful of pills

Having wasted a morning

Of attempting to get money

When his family made sure

He had plenty to spend

So, he would not be a bother

To anyone else

The men who did come

Said he was not theirs

The men with Arab dress

No one is sure of whom

Or where he came

But she shuddered

On 9/11

What have you done

To us jimmy?

YOU SHALL BECOME KING!