Unsolved criminal mystery...modest prevarication

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Found yours truly
a grateful dead head
convenient scapegoat dejure

Norristown police officers

fingerprinted me for

casual postal employment

linked to vicious brutal crime

someone else who shared

identical name and fingerprints as mine

the latter of corpse far fetched

stole social security

 

I ream member –
being held ransom
bound and gagged
if paperback writer
wrote story resultant account
would total about 300 newpages
printed August 16
th, 2019.

 

Despite never committing
major criminal offense
routine dactylogram
pointed bloody finger of guilt
at me, and an all expense trip
paid to high security prison.

I initially thought ruse
as cruel prank (Ritz large),
and utter nonsense
good humor quickly melted away
nsync with sense and sensibility
after getting roughly manhandled
courtesy dense sumo size wrestlers
(think Andre the giant)
humongous state troopers.

They spoke staccato rapid
fire automatic gunfire tongue
with unfamiliar accents,
and kept no holds barred
steely iron tense grip
upon this skinny, shy, scared...
long haired pencil necked geek.

Said uniformed, nasty mean looking,

heavily muscled, pierced, tattooed...

armed to the dagger oh type teeth

gendarmes escorted, forced, shoved...

 

These foo fighters,

not friendly village people,

nor Mister Fred Roger type gents

violently tossed yours truly...

carelessly knocked out

any remaining toothless cents

from out my noggin.

 

Slam dunked me
into back seat bullet proof

partitioned cheaply tricked

paddy wagon went these lovely bones.

 

Events of my life passed
before myopic mind's third eye blind.

These hooligans counted as nothing
but hoodlums from Bedlam.

A "FAKE" outlaw film
of unreel projections,
unspooled, and untethered
within fifty shades of fist size gray matter.

Surreal elegance definitely
case of mistaken rather stolen identity
perpetrator(s) data mined

under my uber outsize honker
mine outside Semitic schnozzle
created double blind spot.

 

Yea twas while aye became entranced,
mesmerized, yoked (albeit visually)
courtesy aromatic exotic incense
held this hybrid piqued bishop,
chain mailed (gratis
United States postal service)
good knight captive,
where agents provocateurs
kickstarted, out maneuvered,
and pinned yours truly with engulfed
par excellence for the course.

Aforesaid mean drama
played out across mine

mien anxiety riddled body electric.

 

Analogous to once upon time

life size chess board,

I felt marshalled

(tuckered out nonetheless)

like life size pawn

gambled as live pièce de résistance.

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2022 09:39
  • Category: Sad
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  • Bella Shepard

    It sounds like you had quite a traumatic experience, and have presented it most memorably in this poem. Had something a little similar happen 47 years ago. While returning home from grocery shopping our car was pulled over by a police officer. Husband, wife and 2 very small children in the back seat, mystified. We were told a tail light was out. Cop checked my husband's ID and radioed in to find that someone with the identical name was wanted for armed robbery and possession of stolen goods. A trip to the station for my husband, while I drove home, 2 crying kids looking out the back window, mystified. After 2 hours of waiting and checking at the station, it was determined that they had the wrong guy, and the officer kindly drove my husband home. A different time, a different place. Hope all is well with you!

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