First was the sheriff deputy
Attempted murder, no doubt
for one day he came to our place
to play his evil game
Then in police uniforms
they came eleven times
to harm my Daughter and me
Attempted murder indeed
and they haven’t stopped coming
for we know all their crimes
And we are still alive
They call the store
“fresh & easy”
In real life there is more,
for they appear to be busy
selling spoiled meat
for those who come to eat
the samples as their treat
On shelves they dumped
as their “specials”
green, rotten flesh
of those who disappeared
in their daily mess
It makes one sick
to look at the product
of their crimes
committed in their restrooms
in a convenient place
right behind
Behind the wall
that they crowd
and pretend that
they work hard
Those who worked before
in “fresh & easy”
disappeared also
for they were also busy
And the new came to play
the very same game
to cover their crimes
with the lies of fresh “food”
that spoils one’s mood
Catholic Charities
are a big lie
for
they give you
nothing when you
go there and try
Try to obtain
the food
to survive
they tell you to wait
until you die
They ask for donations
in the very Church
and steal the food
to feed their “friends”
They ask for your I.D.
they ask for your SSN
to steal your identity
and send you “away”
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