Treasure Island

Suzanna Chevalier

(4-18-1966 / Elizabeth, New Jersey)

DELUSIONAL NEIGHBOR


Delusional neighbor, Mike who lived out back
Used to think he owned property and that is a fact.
He tried to arrest Jerry in the upstairs place
By hitting his own self in the face.
Going done to the Sheriff’s station minutes before
knowing he was drunk,
they told to walk out the door.
A year and a half later he would
do the same thing to Sue
His deceitful LB plan
would work Sue would wear blue.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013
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Written by SC Chevalier On August 29,2013

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