I wrote this poem last year I think. There is a lot of vandalism that happens in this area and it is really disappointing and extremely frustrating. I vent a lot of frustration through writing stories and poetry. Sometimes I can’t find the words to write one single thing so I do art instead. thanks for reading!
Two Flying Figurines Not Given
Thank you for trespassing onto my property, oh my stalkers
and breaking all of my lattices with a hammer
at night, while I am sleeping in my bed.
Maybe someday you will go to the slammer.
Thank you oh my stalkers for cutting the string to my reed fence.
My dear, you keep me in suspense.
Yes, I am waiting for your integrity
to show up in person,
are you this petty?
Thank you oh my stalkers for pushing my cinder blocks off of the top of my backyard fence
and breaking my lattice panels.
I guess you wanted to have a better view into my yard and they must have been in your way!
What a nuisance that must have been!
And so much work for you
just to get a better view
without my permission.
Are you someone’s daughter or son?
Thank you oh my stalkers for re-arranging all of my plywood to different places in my yard.
They are completely big, just like your head must be, but with an extremely small…
conscience.
G was that so hard? Did it last as long as you wanted it to?
Let me tell you, it just didn’t and then everyone was disappointed.
Besides I did not want my plywood there
anyway
But I guess you care
too much…
so definitely trespass into my yard.
What will you play for your next card?
Where is my curtain rod?
Thank you, oh my stalkers for pulling my deck apart
did that take a while?
Did you have to drive for more than a mile
to come here and do that?
And what about the greenhouse wall that I built?
How long did it take you to buckle that for me in order to destroy it?
I guess just a bit of time.
Did you write all of these ideas down before trespassing into my yard
just to make life hard?
Do I know you? Have I talked to you?
Am I your business?
Are you my official stalkers? Can I call you that?
Do you sit in your car and watch my house and wait for me to take out the trash?
You are not so brash?,
because confidence would be needed for that
which you don’t have, just cowardliness.
If you want my attention, all you have to do is approach me and ask.
Thank you, oh my stalkers for cutting my white picket fence panels with your knife.
Wow, I guess you feel so much strife
towards me?
Oh and what about my dead tree
that you cut down,
you are a morbid, sad clown.
Thank you oh my stalkers for breaking my lattice panels and pulling them down under
my carport.
How do you live with yourself and these decisions?
How old are you?
You act worse than if you were two.
You must need me to tell you how to live.
But I guess I don’t give…
2 Flying Figurines…..
about you and your stupidity
and no one else does either, your friends ain’t your friends….
Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art
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