Maybe some of you are interested in poetry, thought I would post a few examples, poems some rhyme I have written, like to point out, Duck Waddle I faxed to sixteen FBI Field Offices, along with sending the poem to their main office, FBI Office Norfolk Virginia, they have no problem with this poetry, nor the other 109 pages, complaint I handed FBI in November 2015, on another occasion might post some of the 109 pages, bank robberies assassinations, cocaine trafficking distribution sales, marijuana cultivation production distribution sales, life lived been involved in crime, been that way much of my life, Angel Face with Baby Face bank robbers, 186 in total carried out from the '70's to the 0 years, statute of limitations FBI Special Agent Pete Jackson let me know, events I had written about didn't have significance, many years had passed, statutes were up, enjoy the poems, today I plan on protesting out front the FBI Field Office, think to go to the courthouse, attempt to get some documentation, every one have a good day, will be back posting later on.
DUCK WADDLE
Duck waddle duck waddle Never looked so good I am more than mad Full of fury bout ready to snap Got the guns loaded One placed on my lap Other is in the back Tucked into the waistband Duck waddle duck waddle Doing the duck waddle walk Stepping out of the car Headed out onto the street Knowing how to stay with the beat Put the gun I have in my hand Into the front of the waistband Pulled over is my sweater Covers more than the triggers Making my way thru the streets Ready for anyone I might meet Got the molotovs in the bag Going to where they sell gas Getting ready for the blast I always knew that I could Oh it does feel so good Duck waddle duck waddle
RED REBEL
They call me a Rebel Red through and through Ready to go into Battle With the sun at my back I'm a Red knowing what to do Black Beret upon my head Full automatic in my hands Yankee I'm ready to blast First time I get the chance It'll be rat tat tat and watch As them CADS dance Bronze Star on my Beret Star shinning brightly Shinning as I blaze away Every time goen all the way With everything I've got Knowing inside I have Allah Encouraging and Guiding Every step all of the way With my mind praying In Allah I be keepen my faith
CADS: Capitalist American Democratic System
SWEET HOME ALAMO
Oh Oh sweet home Alamo That's where they'll be waiting for me Those reds when I get done roaming Ya that's where I am gunna go Cuz that's the place I call home Oh oh Sweet Alamo Where all the Rebels go Cuz that's where we call home Oh oh sweet home Alamo Ya Ya that's where I wanna be Cuz there's where is my family Capital of the Thirteen Colonies Oh Oh sweet home Alamo
FIRE WATER
European came across the puddle Encountered the Native American Fierce people who owned the land Caused the invaders a lot of trouble
Native Americans wanted peace Invited the European to smoke From the peace pipe take a toke European declined the marimba
Instead invited the Natives to eat They were hungry so they accepted During dinner Natives got introduced Served was alcohol they did meet
Natives never felt that kind of high They had something new to do Sure did make for a lit quick fuse Few cared celebrating all the time
Yankees found by being generous Inviting the Native Americans booze Fierce people preferred to snooze Didn't take them much time to loose
Fire water along with the plague High on shine couldn't do the job Was the cause for the native's loss Yankees conquered took it away
Took everything from the Natives Pushed them onto reservations Resources found served eviction That's how it's done the Yankee way
Yankees are about to feel the pain Native was infected by the plague Fire water they should of abstained Yankee is about to have it taken away
Everything they'll loose since formation Yankee stole the land for their nation Indulging in alcohol is a proud tradition It'll cause Yankee going into extinction
Fire water makes for Immoral behavior Natives went from using the peace pipe Being at war with each other most times Often boozen until fell off of their horses
Loosing control from drinking too much Can motivate people to commit murder Violent acts engaging in vile behavior Alcohol is the cho mo date rape drug
Marijuana what was in the peace pipe Might cause people to eat an extra slice One more peace some of that pizza pie Stoners aren't for war they're for peace
One might realize about Yankee Sam Marijuana kept outlawed all these years Yankee smoked instead of tippen beers Wars they wouldn't have supported
NAM is the Native American Movement Indigenous people you are of this land Natives discovered by an ignorant man Never Indians Natives it's time to group
Thirteen Colonies go stake your territory Rebels we'll have a capital to call home Lone Star State rise up take the Alamo NAM take the Dakotas make them yours
Divide and conquer ready for the fight Idaho where my kin folk they come from Was born Salt Lake City I former Mormon Alaska to Texas take the Continental Divide
FROLICKING FORNICATOR
Yankees are frolicking fornicators They feel the need to be so royal Force their way of life on the world Frolicking fornicators Yankees are
Yankee American freedom Doesn't coincide with Islam Yankees are filthy and wrong That's why they can't get along
Yankee Americans are immoral They don't make love only fornicate Everyone must share their ideology Shunned if they choose to be moral
Transsexuals are the Yankee Their is an Imperial decree Saying how one must speak Yankees talk queer speech
They say they're a nice person Yankees don't say a nice man Don't say that is a nice woman Yankees are Queer Americans
Yankee chooses an immoral life Which won't take them to Paradise Yankee's promiscuous life style With our Allah doesn't coincide
Living their lives of self indulgence Christianity, Buddhism, nor Islam Teaches acceptable is bisexuality Allah is not for being promiscuous
Yankees don't believe in the after life Frolicking fornicator's about good times Living their lives for instant gratification World must give Yankee satisfaction
Everyone being forced to be immoral Dictating does the frolicking fornicator Islam conflicts with Yankee Freedom Now is time war on Yankee Imperialism learned some cockney, schiphol out front, needed to take a jimmy, how I knew the rhyme Jimmy Widdle, thanks for the tip on Ehden, some things haven't yet been able to remember, I have remembered significant things such as the refrigerator, I'm leaving the house, head out to the protest,later I'll make more posts,
SECOND FIDDLE
J.P. Little needed to take a piddle Looked at his Dad and said please Couldn't wait and feeling the need J.P. Little made more than a dribble
Standing in the store made a puddle It was seventy four he was only four Standing in the middle of the Frye's Since then stuck playing second fiddle Treated as if he never learned to piddle
She talks to angels Playing on the Juke Box You expect me to play Second Fiddle to you Dad said to me as we talked Second Fiddle isn't going to do
Sitting at the bar it was middle of the day Hearing on my ears were the Black Crows Out looking to earn some more dinero Leary about the bartender being so cool Dad said don't worry I'll deal him the cola Snapped back at him that bartenders a fool
Pops looked my way sternly and said hey It will be me that is going to be on the hook What does it matter where comes the pay Said his jokes are pokes bartender's a fool It means nothing bartender just likes to talk Sippen on our drinks sitten on the stools
chorus In order to play first fiddle Are you ready to sell Trade your soul to the devil Rosen up the bow You ready to give it a go Be the star of the show Step on up step on up Your chance at the pot of gold Takes dealing with the devil And it can be all yours Anyone who deals with the devil They already are in the know Because they've done lost Traded out their soul When you deal with the devil That's the way it goes Then off to the Enferno Devil you'll be with for eternity
Dad couldn't deal the bartender the caine He couldn't because I said the deal was sour Ever since then he has taken a differnt tact Playing first fiddle cuz I been his boy not man Dealing drugs for many years us together Calling me his boy even though I'm a man
So you think you're gunna play first fiddle I'm going to play second fiddle to you Dad after years of tipping back the bottle Wasn't at home much to rock the cradle Out chasing tail that's what he did done do Not realizing Dad kept me at second fiddle
Playing on my insecurities I followed him Back then us sitting at the bar he told me If you think you're going to play first fiddle Go right ahead he was gunna find another way Dad sure did find a way his boy he's kept me Forty six sitten here second fiddle I'm playing
Being his son and being J.P. Little Dad he has reached seventy three Why am I still a boy I did learn to piddle It's time Dad forgets about the puddle We worked now he owns everything Forty six with nothing I'm in for trouble
Dad was willing in order to play first fiddle Took it from me including my own dignity All for the show was willing trade his soul Should've read the fine print fore he signed No eye keen enough see what's written Devil that's way it is he'll control your life
Dad when you read this I love you Thanks for hanging in and being here
Big Boss Jock Mighty Seven Fifty Here on the job She talks to Angels In that song Black Crows had it wrong Can't get there Unless she feels the pain That type of sex is for yesterday Sex celebrating pain It should have never been Our Allah is for making love Rebels that's how we get it done In that last song I used another name One of Galleta's commonly used names I will continue to refrain In that one I used the name Because there is another song Where Johnny won the pot of gold That song encourages being gullible Anyone who makes a deal Agrees to deal with the devil They wind up getting burnt Always in the end are the looser Cuz Cracker isn't a fair player
CRAWFORD LANE
Back in ‘72 Martita be Paula Sue Wendell and his crew D.I.A. shifter C.I.A. that group Wendell E. Gray the Milkman Wendyloo the McCalls Milkman Past the old willow tree It was almost ‘73 McCalls Dairy Truck On the lot pulled on up Wendy Loo strolled by Passing the willow tree Passed me went on by On the way into the house Teld me to get off my butt Stand up follow him on in I got hit and beat again Then my Momma got hit Beat and humped again Wendell wasn't through D.I.A. Shifter C.I.A. Them cars be piled up Not no Woodstock It was straight to the pot stock Come get the honey Needed to watch be Shawney Were coming them cars Ariving from near and far Had we the Bureau of Reclamation All way to Department of Transportation They tapped tapped that Honey Till that dew melon had no Honey It was more often than not Been at least twenty cars on the lot Off to the room with John Going and getten it on When they were done Made me get some Running down the cheek bone Cheeks running tears over the moan Momma never wanted it Yankee Sam mandated it D.I.A. –C.I.A. enforced it After my B-day in ‘73 Momma did done said to me She didn’t love me anymore Yellow Ribbon she done tore Ripping it from that old willow tree I might have been only three Me a S.O.G.er MAC V Fresh back from Nam Definitely I was a man Eyes were bouncen Circlen in the sockets Paula Sue Sue Asked What did you do Using her Sue Sue Voice I told her about my choice Bout sending them commies Even be it their mommies If they didn’t do what I say Be my sex slave Viet Cong I raped Sent them to their grave They dared to disobey The orders I gave I was the ice pick tickler Mark II canter blade to the Neck Good job Shawney You know how to make em bleed Oh how they blow them burbujas Looking them in the eye saying ha ha Don’t get the blood too dark Need to get it straight from the start Funny how they gurgle gurgle Where is coming that trouble As their eyes jerked wide open Bring another in, Interrorgate again Glean them clean Make them scream Before they sing Be clean when they aren't breathing Never did torture Only securing the future Never did put into use Drop drop boarding I had over heard Been Japanese water torture In the Big One that war Back in World War Two That’s what they would do Being in the Empire of the Sun Just having a little fun Interrorgating at liberty anyone Finding out what someone had done
Exercised Right of Expression
Big Boss Jock Rock Rock Rocken Staying on the job Mighty Seven Fifty Beaming out to you live I am having a fine time It's like the hand jive Directo en vivo emitting Desde Las Amazonas Live from the Amazon Here in the Amazon Basin I be Basen in the Basin Keepen Yankee Sam Yankee Sam uh chasen I´m all out of Base So I´m gunna chase Chase down some paste Don´t be calling me Pastalero I´m only a Pistolero Needen to kill a little time Keepen with the Rhyme Puffing feeling real fine Naw I´m only joking That was back in the day Those were other ways Now it's smoken toking Taken a hit of the reefer Staying with the marimba Not having the madness Hey thinking about jokes I´ll save it for the end I'm gunna tell a joke Get the whole world Whole world laughing But save your laughter Laughing till the end That F.C.C. Agent Commision they're no joke Let me take another toke Cough Cough Sputter Up some lung butter Chuckle chuckle Hold your buckle Sugar and spice Everything's nice Not rolling no dice Time for a disclaimer At the F.C.C. those feds Including to all the branches Agencies of the U.S. Government All of them from the D.E.A. Agent Who wants to get me on the Paste They won´t be making much haste At the F.C.C. minding the airwaves Grandpa didn´t like the Revenuer Don´t need no F.C.C. neyeither So now for all you listeners Agents all you Federales All you who are workers At the U.S. Government These last segements All ones coming up Are just a segway Jolt a small poke Only a little joke
THOMSON MACHINE GUN
O one days doing it those ways Sherrif Chester tried take my Niki California she was living with me Phone rang car in the driveway
Street parked a couple cruizers Weren't gunna take Niki from me Bunker had plants full of reefer In hand ready to blaze thirty thirty
With that gun wasn't gunna blaze Grandpa JP pick up the Thommy Lever action reminds you of me Niki I holding hands she was safe
Look her in eyes heard Allah say Grandpa Allah both Niki is scared Hold to her tight don't let her fear They helped said I would be able
Grandpa held it why had the Marlin Calico nine holds hundred casings Three shots every second firing Small other house Niki with I living
Marlin in one hand Niki in the other Holding hands we crouched down Headed on inside the main house Wasn't going to let them take her
Snake crawling slid on our bellies Down the hallway we stayed low Could see shadows in the window Grandmom's room we laid hidden
Niki and I hid while cops circled They walked around the house Looking past blinds in windows Stayed out sight best we could
Told Niki to stay under the bed Conversation at the door I heard Needed to know was being said If Dad let cops in I'd shoot them
I duck waddled down the hallway Crouching down stayed in hallway Against the wall thirty thirty in hand Listened on as my heart beat hard He didn't let them I crawled away
Went to the bed told Niki it was ok Eyes wide open felt very scared Gave her a hug it was almost over Stayed low until cars drove away
After Porkers left Niki felt better Both her hands she held the gun Said they won't be able to get us We would shoot it out with them
Shotgun in the drop top Corvette Hand gun twenty two had me one Seven rifles and a machine gun Boxes ammo ready for the show
That's way it was back then O one In them days doing it those ways No one was gunna take Niki away We were growers ready with guns
Submitted March 12, 2017 at 08:20AM by Bigbossjock http://ift.tt/2meohT2 conspiracy
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