Even In Heaven (God), Granpa Has Ride, Hot,Yep,It Has And, Ya Can Listen Ta Roar Of His Side Exhaust!!

Attention:. End Of Poem Is Message For Rosa, From (God) You Do Not Curse...

For My Friend Linda In Los Angeles Mexicanos Babies Die In Trash Bins, In Texas,Like Cats They (Die)Drown Them In Mop Buckets_

How Could You Not Cry Feel So Helpless!

_8-13-03

When (God) Tours Galxies In His Mean
Machine,Ya All See So Many Little (Mean)
Children,His Learnen HowTa Drive,As They_

Go 160Thousand MPH,Their Laughter Fills
Heavens,Eons OfLost Time,SoundsOf Thrill,
Hell No More;Only(God)'s Joy,Yep,He(God)_

Granpa Is One "Bad Ass" Mother F--ker_

So,If Ya Driven Freeways,Streets In Yor
SUV,$Exotic Sports Car$,Clunker Or InYor
Aero Plan,Ya Will See Ma Little Children_

Little One Waven HI,Guaranteed Baby's She
Already GotYor Ball's In This Physical Be
World,On Earth,Only Beginning Of Wha Cha_

Gona LOSE,** Ya Choose,It's Sumthin Like
Twilight Zone, Outer Limits, More Like
Stephen Kings Storm Century;As It Begins_

Stephen HasNothin On Me,TRASK;Then Ya Git
Ta Meet,Greet An Ole Lady Driven Her Fit
Olds-Mobile,No Side Exhaust;Open 2 Pipes_

An Ya Bet Cha Ya Hear Roar Her a Comen_

She's Granma,Holy Mother,HER Mean Machine
Is Olds-Mobile Hearse, No Coffins Lean
Inside,OnlyMany Little Children Ride Her_

Ride, Mean Machine, To Tha Great Divide,
They're Gona Git Cha ALIVE,In Add, Abide,
Ain't No Emissions,Admissions To Satans_

Holy Hell!She (God) Granma Tours Galaxies
. 100Thousand MPH To,Laughter,No Falacies
Only Diff Betwen Her & Him Is:(God)In_

Tears,He Is Mad,Holy Mother(God)In, Sin_
She Crys,She Is VICIOUS!Ya Think Ya Been
Had By Ma Little Children 1st, Me,TRASK_

Got Cha 2nd,Grandma, Holy Mother Is Gona
Take Ya For Last Ride Of Yor Life,Ya Gona
Ride Up N Down"GREAT DIVIDE",Then Ya Git_

Ta Meet Me ,TRASK Alive In Satan's Holy
Hell I Dwell,I'll Be In Yor Face, Holy
Hell Remain,Ya Say Its End Of Human Race_

(God)Placed Me Here as Child,He'd Said To
Me, TRASK-You Be Good To Those Who're To
You GOOD, Do-Tell I'd Said,i.e. Good To_

Those Who Are Good To Little Children...

Tear's, TRASK c 2003 TRASK

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LATIMES,Ft Pg, Wed, 8-13-03_
A COLD SHOULDER FOR GOD:
Lord Seemed Never Failed Listen to Rosa
Gone(zalez),but, Marine Sons Death She's
Beset With Doubt and Anger_

(God) Sez: Hey El Estupido Rosa,You Can
Just Go To Any Trash Bin,In Sin,You Can
In (East) Los Angeles, An Get Another_

(Trash Bin Baby)For You;You Do Not Curse
Me,(God),Give Who Cold Shoulder? Rehearse
Your Sins;Better Yet Just Get Knocked Up_

Again! It's Those** FAKE Tears,Sobben To,
That Not Only BETRAYS (God),It Is True,
Urine ** TICKET (Merry Go-Round) On Your_

Way To Satan's Holy Hell!! Yes, Rosa,All
Those Millions "Trash Bin Babies", Fall,
They Are Awaiten To Take You Too_

Come Too Satan's Holy Hell_How Many More

Mexicanos IllegalsTrash Bin Babies Hav To
Die,You Are The Other Reason Why! True,
You Are Just As Guilty In Eyes Of (God)_

WhatBout All Those DEAD Black,White Sons_

Whose Wisdom You Question You Have None,
Ignorance Is No Answer,Your Arrogance To
Toward (God)You Do Not Curse (God)_

(God) Is Merciless!!

Ref: ** Merry Go-Round Previous Poems
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