On Christmas Eve Morn, with lumps of coal in Santa’s Sleigh underway for Big Sisi n Bro, Mom awake No More.  That big check she expected in January she no live to see.  

Told you so, Mom. How they take care o me when neva they care for you?  
So now Pillow Talk Abounds bout you, n I was left more than half dead unable to walk without props.  So I sit counting the Pennies from Heaven left in my Kitty, hoping the money holds out til the 11th hour.

Me? Gotta stay. Lord n Holy Ghost say, We no take her home today, she gotta spin more straw into Gold.  How we gonna replace her willing Sav-Da-Worl play?  We cannot let money, stocks n land they stole from Gloria go uncontested since 2003 when she pay off her loan. For now we ignore what they took from Grandma n Dad all the years before.  

Lord when Ephesians 6 ain’t enuf, Whats A Girl To Do?  I rode the Chain of Command right to the Chief.  Both Sides Now. No Joke. I even appealed to the Pope.  

My tweets helped many round the world. Leaders, pawns n knights. We built a beautiful coalition. Not to mention all the pundits, reporters, and politicians.  Lets not forget the movie producers n musicians who made a mint off me.  So many it reads like Santa’s Naughty & Nice List sans Nice:

12 Twelve Reports of Harassment to County Deputies who duly gave KNOCK IT OFF Orders Galore.

11 Eleven Safe Antelope n Deer cuz Big Bro can hunt no more.  Alas I hear he lost his gun in that Restraining Order.

10 Ten Thousand times Two Dollars wasted. No room at the Inn breeds outrageous travel expenses. Mom’s papers gone missing before she in her Grave. Big Bro n Sisi Close her condo before I can fly.  No one can smell bleach and ammonia.  This year No  Christmas Cookies, Dumplings, n Streudel aroma.   Pandemonium amok when Mom no wake Christmas Eve morn. 

9 Nine Falling Down Barns unkempt unpainted. Grandma n Mom lie in shame.  Overgrown weeds languish where once we shared lilacs, crab apples, raspberries, gardens n made happy memories.

8 Eight Lightning Storms n Eight Twisters the summer I camped on Dads hunting land tryna restore Mom’s Estate.  Her bequest, jacked by thieves like all the rest.  A lightning bolt fried my phone 2 feet from mi head. lotta sheep on that water bed.  

7 Seven crooked attorneys, the kind who fear the beach cuz a kitty may cover em with grains of sand.  Lawyers only too happy to steal my land for a hefty title fee charged to me.  Claim Jumpers that lower the Bar Association n Legal Disciplinary Council to such depths germs n amoeba gotta do the limbo.

6 Six Styx & Stones thrown at Mom & Me as cover for their mutiny.  When I lay in bed at Death’s Door unable to walk without props, the Holy Ghost said Not today. No more.  

5 Five RA-AIN BOWS. Five stolen Pots of Go-oo-old.

4 Four Pheasants n Quail a-nestin hoping for crumbs from Santa’s milk n cookies while he is restin.  

3 Three Broken Hearts: Mom Dad n Me. Three Rolling in their Graves: Grandma Grandpa n Auntie
 
2 Two Deer when I awake. What do my wondering eyes see lying next to me but a doe n her fawn.  So happy are we dancing together to our favorite song, Angel atop the Christmas Tree.  It appears deer love the country MUSEick I pen n inspire.  Neva said YOU MADE THIS MESS ALL BY YOURSELF, tho i did call that BAR SONG.  Yep Moms Cadillac is smooth FAST CAR, even down that moving section line. REMEMBER WHEN twas a wild muddy ROLLERCOASTER Ride looking for love where there AIN’T NO LOVE IN OKLAHOMA. tho i NEVA BEEN TO SPAIN i surly BEEN 2 OKLAHOMA

Do you hear what I hear?  Even Clapton has a new CD release from his Blue Guitar.  How can it ever top “WONDERFUL TONIGHT”.  ONE WOMAN Clapton sings. MEANWHILE the cover aligns with my crayon designs.  Who uses Red n Purple?  Not me, I just took the first 2 crayons I see to GET SOME SATISFACTION from my burst of creativity. Or was it nuttin BUT DIVINE INTERVENTION STOPPIN ME?

One Mount Rushmore of hijacked Gravel Piled next to the 20 foot Drop Baby Dropped section line moving to n fro my land stipend.  Right next to Aunt Mary’s. Honorable Mention she deserves for selling gravel since 1947 when for a dollar and the love and natural affection a man receives from his wife, she got all the mineral rights.  That lasted until 1974 after which Aunt Mary got Royalty No More.  Now Mary is STUCK IN LODI AGAIN I Hear.  On WATERMELON MOONSHINE DAYS, Mom’s brainchild, you see Tractor Pull tween light n Third Reich afore it runs outta fracked gas.  

Town swimming pool n Tennis Courts, Mom’s Crowning Glories too.  Fifty years later still running strong, will WATERMELON MONSHINE DAYS last as long as Joe’s Bar which held Grandpa’s name 70 years after he passed?

1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6- 7 
Yes Grandma Lydia, all good children go to Heaven.  When they get there they will shout, xxxx-xxxxx You Keep Out.  When they get there they will scream, you scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream. 

Yes good, right n we will eventually win Hands Down.  Grandma, Who’da thunk watching you play solitary pointin out your misses n countin holes as you pull streudel would get me through years of solitary confinement.  This torture akin to your stack of leather-bound Grimm’s Fairy Tales.  Yes, “only sister I got” threw out your books unless she took those too.  

Grandma, Can you believe asking for the card I need like you taught me to do grew into an “Ask n Ye Shall Receive to Make the World a Better Place” game that wow’d so many now its replayed on repeat by the Power Pols in re-election campaigns.  

Just like you warned, Grandma, they made lists, using illegal 24/7 military surveillance. You’re rolling over on that too I am sure. But Dude who’da thunk they’d Catch Kill Copy n Sell 1000’s my pages books, MUSIC AT SUNSET, VERTIGO OF MY SOUL, LEAST OF MY BROTHERS: MFCC drawings, manuscripts, notes, songs riffs then MONKEY SEE MONKEY DO ME my phone calls n problem solving. Without giving me the promotion?  

NO JOKE 

Such is the State of the Union.  Bypassed me right off the Gettysburg Stop where I was gonna recite the Address you had me memorize, drove me near crazy driving round n round in circles running up a tab they stiffed.  
But the 23rd Psalm is quite Beneficial.  My Reason for still existing.

Thank You Mr. Feisty for making us write n write n write.  I finally got the rhythm and rhyme. Who’da thunk millions be copying me watching you? That our following grew n grew n grew.  

They say Pen mightier than Sword. Shared your public speaking tips n my additions on power to persuade n inform. Lord hope this ODE more effective than force.  How else we gonna restore fair order n equity?

O Holy Trinity, Thank you for one more celebrity warrior on a white horse.  Will he last or sell us out like ones gone before when faced with Big Bro n Sisi ultimatum, “Which you prefer, the Karat or the River Styx?”  

All rights reserved, this the 9th book along with 10 copyrighted Kid’s Books inline by Big Bro n Sisi’s Catch Kill Plagiarize n Sell Scheme.  

Paid to publish Books 1 n 2 , that be “Vertigo of My Soul” & “Least of My Brothers: My Forever Cuomo Crush.”  3 to 8 still await including “Music at Sunset.”  O to have my 1% share of profits on the F150 Trillion times Two made by others, especially Warner Brothers.

Who knew I had so many powerful exes, even some who live in TEXAS?
That is a half written story.  After All, Tomorrow is another day.

ODE TWO 12 Days of Decoy
On the 12 Day of Decoy my false love did run me off the road with a Hali-Semi as for the first time Spain won the Indy.

On the 11th Day of Decoy, my false love watched in awe as I swam and BOUNCED without a splash, soaking up the minerals looking like Bridget Bardot in a 50s bathing suit. Sophia Loren turning 50 shades of black.