Tuesday morning, September 3, 2024, begun at 9: 40 a.m. and completed and published at 10: 23 a.m.; correction made at
11: 10 a.m. as 'Route 6' bus is the correct bus route; then on Wednesday morning, September 4, 2024 from 8: 41 a.m. to 8: 50 a.m., a second correction made, and information added
to the text of the poem …
The police always plan ahead in covert operations
when they have a target—me, amongst others …
They did so yesterday when a complete stranger
Riding a Go Cary bus #1515 on Route 6 grabbed
my throat as I left the bus at 9: 43 a.m. in an assault
after telling me to 'Get fu—ed! ', both actions taken
for absolutely no reason whatsoever as I was minding
my own business—a sure sign the police had put this
large African-American man up to it. (Who else could
commit this kind of violent assault on camera, and then
get away with it?) And then more and more events kept
occurring with personnel of the Town of Cary and their
vehicles during the day, later on on Kildare Farm Road
to add to my growing discomfort of being out in public—
again, police plan ahead to harass and provoke their
targets; and it has already started today—about one
hour or so ago outside my front door, involving usual
suspects—at least one person the woman ‘neighbor'
at 5905 Westcreek Place—who waited some time
outside in her car, timing her movements to coincide
with mine to draw my attention, etc.—about which,
once she had entered her home, I addressed directly
into her camera—i.e. how police plan ahead, that they
had done so yesterday, etc., that she has, in fact, lied
to me concerning the range of her camera surveillience. Readers, you get the idea—basically stating what I
have said at the beginning of this poem, and a little
extra … for her personal edification and growth—she
is, indeed, at the moment, showing signs of desperation
at this point, and is acting on it, mi pequeno desperado …
Finally, the police already know that Ashley Testerman
has only until tomorrow Wednesday to return the borrowed books, etc. she now has in her possession; I already have
told her I will not accept their return at any later date, that
it is her bad behavior I remain more concerned about—
this is a fact concomitant with today being the 10th day
during which she can return these same items to me
since she has been holding them since Saturday night,
August 24th. I have told her I do not want to see her
(her seemingly shameless face) again—and I mean it!
I will be leaving home soon, and know that the police
have things in store for me as they always do, plan …
Some places are bad and others are not, depends on where you live.
Your delusions are becoming frightening. The cameras have all been moved to legally monitor your behavior as a means of protection.. We feel you are becoming a danger to yourself and others.
You are whacked like cracker Jack, man. Check into a mental hospital soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Read the art of war by Sun zu and be where they are not. ok