A beautiful dark purple glass vase with a chip on the base

A cute glazed elf on a bunch of bananas now on Cassie’s wall .

The pressure depth combo gauge on my scuba gear, removed unscrewed ! from in my closet !

Many other things gone missing from my family’s home on Lincoln.

After I caught the gangster cop’s nephews and uncles burglarizing my neighborhood and my home.

The Dad of Steve , ! Even came to my garage sale and tried to steal from me

Who are you people ? They framed me for several burglaries in my neighborhood and my , “friend “ , who I grew up with ! Was totally convinced that I was guilty

He even came running into my Dads living room crushing and cursing me as the biggest thief and burglar the neighborhood had ever seen

Who are the people that libeled me and framed me

I found out in a quick hurry who my real Friends were in the Crocus Hill Even my friend Clay told me he could no longer be my friend , I never asked why and no reason was given .

Only a vailed mysterious stigma was layered upon me . Bob W as cop got very very accusative and and assumed strange associations,

Asking were D J was , I only felt confused and scapegoated. Not asking what he was talking about because he was so convinced

Who are the gangsters in St. Paul? They are the police They are the offspring of old money ,

suckers for the popularity of the “underground “ the underground that is nothing more than

A need for acceptance felt by those raised in a sheltered gilded cake filled world .

A need that is as old as time .

Exploited by predators and syndicates who have gotten rich and found satisfaction being pseudo robbing hoods .

Me caught between the rich snobs the country red neck and the housing project snobs .

A working class pride that disappeared into stock market speculation. My country tiss of thee ruined economy.