Monday, September 30, 2019

Cry

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Saturday, October 15, 2016



Full of vile and bile while fueled by whiskey and immaturity Angel Martinez, muttered,   “…On long and forgotten playgrounds I suffered your kid. Now your ass is going to pay for what she did. I am all in on your down fall. As you sink and drown I will have a ball. Eagerly I wait word that you have died. You two must pay for each time I have cried. Silly snitches helped pigs get a no knock warrant that night. Kept my mouth shut because I know it is my right. Got lawyers set for a corrupt fight. So bring on your bogus court cases. Make a parade ripe with Bogart smiling faces. Place me in crime places with lies. Sure! Laugh as my mother cries. All I hear is my wife saying: “Keep your pride and don’t let it go” All I know is everyone is guilty in the ghetto. If we buy the sick picture you paint with people’s lives. Lady Justice stands on six inch stiletto heels that stab you in your eyes. Slapped me down with racketeering over a brick of weed. But I am not a musketeer did just enough to get what I need. Had ex-wives and kids to feed. Only killed tripping idiots in self-defense. They kept on crossing my white picket fence. So you better step up with plea talks. Because If it is not me that walks. It will be you eating a bowl of cocks and getting hit with rocks and flung off docks. Hire some cops because behind closed doors the murder rate never drops. Goanna harvest your sorrow like fall crops. There will be blood, they’re going to need mops. I am going to rape you in the ass with shards of glass. You are going to be the lamb of my black mass. Every lie you lay sears. Your screams will fall on deaf ears. I see poison flowing in your veins. Your web keeps the jury locked in a mental games. Foolishly you command your flock. You dream of me on the chopping block. Don’t you see it is justice you mock? Your college mind is not a pair of glasses. You are blind to the despair of the under classes. Fuck you and your righteous indignation. Your death will be my criminal gradation. I will leave no clue for a seminal investigation. Bundy, Dahmer, and Gacy will blush at how I transformed you into wet mush.”