In the dark and all I hear blasphemous mumbles
And no one really rumbled and I wake up to boisterous tyranny
And the squatters of the house piss me off more and more.
I saved a family from homelessness and doxed my pay for 25 years and nothing’s been there
And an account got opened bc some girl got discovered and paid off her family’s debt by 16 years..
I keep it sacred to those who need to know and what else to do but feel angry
At the sight of a fucked up house and I’m the worst person here bc I got the most jobs and make the least money.
Fall-Gal or Philanthropist (by accord. Hired, or otherwise I took the job.)
Just to see what other shit-eating scum wants to clean up their pestilence Life
And put them to use on the Bravo Dark Side.
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Normality tangents, and as a house that doesn’t understand what I’ve been through or the sacrifice
To see some terrible-two fucking put paint incorrectly and throw out appliances that were either gifts or worked very hard for.
I don’t keep my medals, ribbons, awards. I never got a paper degree to “prove” I’m [ALUMNI.] out of Harvard – or spent 22 years of my 23 that will wrap up to 24 next month to get there. No Freebie. You got thousands I got Mils left in Tuition – Internationally.
727 Baby-Born-Boom and I created the 27 Club just to get back around the Bend.
Don’t push me down so low out of your insecurity and incessant fucking questions to prove My Truth.
I kept if from you so you wouldn’t hear it so painfully.
An MD and without Borderlines to my Hawk Sight I can see every incision and break and remember what it was like looking at all my limbs and appendages to organs on metal plates because anestesthia’s hard to come by abroad or in the Middle East.
I fought for your freedom and I look to my brethren and Family of Service and understand why they rather live on the streets or go fuck off to a Cave.
Your Creature Comforts are not my Serenity.
Flower-Child plucking wintergreen.
There is no Home unless in the Dialect that you’ve seen the World like I have.
Most of you across the other party line or a different cis-gender.
A woman that inspires All – and I’m the piece of shit locked up in the corner of the house.
At least I have the Key. Still doesn’t mean permit to steal.
It means you can call the Paramedics when I’ve tipped off again and I’m cold staring at the Wall because my Dolphin Brain doesn’t really shut off.
Don’t fuck with the coffee and try to poison me with pepper and powdered sugar.
I’ve seen your ways before.
I was stationed to Seattle for 17 years and branched ultimately still.
Don’t try me, Kid.
I’m a Sure-Shot and Native CodeTalker.
All I’m asking for is respect of property. I recruit from Prison and Inter-Sect Cells.
There’s others likes left of Hell for those that choose Abuse.
I write the legislator and your celebrity – is Bat Mitzvah Impersonator.
It’s a Cehvelle dea VIlein where I’m from.
I am the Veil; there is no seeing through it.
Unless you see me.
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