No Help Coming
I was targeted by someone.
Or, maybe, it was by something.
My internet access is no more.
I threw my phone out the door.
All electronics won’t work.
I don’t think it is a quirk.
No one else is affected so.
I don’t know where to go?
I called the power company for help.
They said: “All is o.k.” I said: “ See YELP.”
I gave them a nasty review.
My girl said: “Someone is coming for you.”
“They have white coats & a butterfly net.”
I said: “I have not gone crazy yet.”
Someone has destroyed my life.
Wiped out all credit and the like.
No more bank records. I am broke.
Fired from work for a fictitious note.
I can’t buy gas. I can’t buy food.
Nothing will improve my mood.
Did the government do all this?
Soon, they will tell you when to piss.
I have to figure this mess out.
I might be becoming psychotic, no doubt.
It won’t help to maim and murder.
I’d go to jail before it went further.
At least there I have 3 hots and a cot.
Is that better than this mess? Or not?
I’m in the soup line on skid row.
I have nowhere else to go.
Waiting to get in a homeless shelter.
It is hot and I’m in a swelter.
I can’t find work. I need references.
I no longer exist on internet, my guess is.
I am an invisible man without a country.
I feel like hanging myself from some tree.
What has happened to ‘the American way?’
Somehow I have gone astray.
I have been cut down in my prime.
I might as well be doing time.
There seems to be no way out for me.
So much for ‘the land of the free.’
—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)