Many times I can’t say

how these poems begin,

but that’s not the case

with these dedicated

to those who scam

Someone or ones

misrepresented me on

social media so, as

I often do in situations

of denial, I ran

away to that city

where all that’s not believed

is known to be believable,

and all that’s thought impossible

is shown to be plausible

And I asked that city’s leader

“Of all the lessons you’ve

learned, which one might you

impart as the greatest?”

He answered “The greatest

concerns eternity. God! Be

certain you secure your soul

to the timeless light. Don’t

allow it to be claimed by Lucifer.”

But then he continued,

“I’ll offer you a

secondary temporal admonition

however. While alive

on planet Earth, always try to do what’s

right, but should you fail,

don’t look back.” 

And after I left the

leader’s abode, I found

myself driving down a drive

for drivers and realized then

that I only visit this city

when wanes my faith that

certain humans will guard

themselves from other humans

And suddenly then

a red light stopped myself

and certain others,

but we acknowledged

that red light

as one part of our

journey homeward, and

not as an invitation

to gratification via compensation

And at said light

rolled down a window

in a car adjacent mine,

and from behind a wheel

spoke a man of all

the usual unimportance

“Try not to begin your phrases,

sentences, clauses, etc. with

‘ing’ ending words,” said he.

“Also, be very judicious

with your use of adverbs.”

But then he made

his motor roar while we

yet waited for green,

and just as that color

appeared he sped away,

and as his tires squealed

in take off, I heard him

yell back to me

“My wish for you – a

love that’s true .”

My wish for you

is love that’s true – those

words will always be

remembered, and will

always haunt my

recollection of one day on

the pavement homeward bound

But later, after reaching

my abode, I learned someone

had unleashed some fake news

on my behalf – behind my back,

and according to he, she, they,

or whomever, I’m now but

one hundred thousand short

of four million who follow

what I send out socially

God! Should I suppose

that’s but a joke

or a false declaration

made to make me seem bad

I don’t need another question,

and I don’t need more supplied guilt,

but I am looking back now,

and here at home today,

I can’t even say

how much good or evil

I’ve ever done

Never sent my friends out

to murder others and

paint some words on the wall

with their blood

Never parked my truck

near a building and then

in cowardice fled away

before it exploded and killed

innocent adults and children

Never raped or murdered any

human, or dismembered any corpse

Never flew my airplane

into any structure

or used my religion

as an excuse for murder

or rebellion

Never tried to eradicate

one entire ethnic group

from the face of the earth

Never tried to kill lawmakers

I couldn’t defeat in honest

elections, or

police officers

who protect my way of life

and help me maintain

the right I have to

write what I’ve just written

Never sanctioned or agreed

with the supposed right

of foreign or American born

lawbreakers, malcontents, or

just plain lazy people to live

off the labors of America’s

working people

And never told someone

that I or anyone else

was closing in on four million

followers on any social site

Although from Manhattan

some have said they always

read my stuff before they

file it in the

circular bin

And one day I actually

received a reply from one

of Manhattan’s respected;

she asked “Why do you

continually supply me with

crap I can’t help but read?

Don’t you know that influences

both bad and good

keep us ever changing

in a world where so much else

is always changing as well?”