Friday morning, August 30, 2024, begun at 5: 36 a.m. and published at 6: 04 a.m.; it is now 6: 19 a.m. and counting, Poem Hunter delaying publication of this poem in its "New Poems" listing for fifteen (15) minutes now as I write …
April Hollingsworth—divorced, mentally ill,
living off charity—our 'neighbor' who shares
a driveway with us has done the following:
broken our front screen door; smashed our
trash cans in the road outside so the trash men
could not easily pick up our trash; hovered over
me like a vulture from behind next to my home,
touching my back in the process; constantly provoked
and continues to provoke me; started, starts trouble
constantly—a troublemaker and liar who lied about
two bricks being stolen from her back porch, accused
me of stealing them in the days just prior to my wife
flying out of the country for a month—she made come
true my prior prediction that trouble would ensue from
one of my near neighbors just days before my wife's
departure—by way of the Raleigh Police working in
concert with the F.B.I. as they do nationwide to target
innocent U.S. citizens the cops want 'out of the way'
due to heinous police crimes committed against those
particular individuals … us, my family members in this
case—destroying eight of our family cars in targeted
assassination attempts, family members in the cars
several times when our cars were destroyed by third-
party drivers; targeting me yet again for assassination,
three cars hitting me, twice at a nearby Raleigh cross-
walk on Buck Jones Road while I was walking across
that crosswalk which is law-protected, me legally pro-
texted so that if I were killed there, my wife would be
compensated in the millions of dollars by the State of
North Carolina, one of the most corrupt states here!
(The 'plan' nicely worked out by the police and state
government officials …) So, once again, meanwhile—
en attendant, c'est vrais! C'est bon! C'est droit! As it is!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your compulsive lies seem like a desperate cry for attention.Why are you so obsessed with me? PLEASE seek help!