there once was a little rich boy

he though folks that worked were a toy

he grew into man, that pushed folks around

though he was a big man in town

he never had sex he did not buy or steal

the art of the deal,

or what you could get away with and steal

so he offered her a part in his show

that or the tailor park for life and you be a hoe

so brow beaten a lousy 20 seconds of sick

but he reneged on the show

thought himself clever, you know? how could anyone watch this sick show?

once there was another man, lonely imperfect and sad

he though a girl liked him, his wife was so busy running everything else

he wanted to be wanted, what else?

ah! but this girl was a real pro!

not just a sex worker, a violator hoe

from the place with 5 sides

she learned to trick this poor slob

save your dress, the one with a blob!

she had supports from the bushes

and from the malls

and tapped his phone calls

i had meant this second real hoe

she was trained and slick

but too big for a trick

the enemy of everything good a foe

she tried at 3 am, me with my beloved poisoned cat

i with cancer, my healthy baby asleep

i was sick and tried at the vet,

with my pet

but she pounced like a rat

to much flab to be value in the sack

she made her dole, far worse than any hoe

i was 60 pounds lighter, sick, 20 years older

but i am no hoe! i worked for my living so sick as a dog

i beat the crap out of that sog

[please i urge non violence but i am a mother

and kid stealers are not like any other! ]

the police would not come,[?]

because they said no harm had been done

so i kicked her bloated ass in a mud puddle

in the Portalnd rain, my baby was safe

but how about yours?

all the same

i though that would be the end at last''

but she was the ultra hoe

bragging over getting into the mans pants

smiling on tv, her job well done

sick folk all wronged

but this sax player did no crime[except to his misses]

the other guy stopped a woman from leaving

then he covered up payment

and that was where jail meant.

but i am still being stocked and violated and tortured

and you have missy noam, a fake-o rich drone

No MORE of these violator hoes!

free me! let me write about those dragons and elves and God and publish my work

 so your kids can live without cancer! and ranker

stop the controller cobs

and all who want to live, stop the rich hogs!!

i told ya, there was always real stuff to write about! they don't have the music that makes this one work, they would just steal and ruin it, Hope

 Seth Myers post you tube May 13, 2024