Dollars and sense
He has no sense
He wants dollars
Without the work
Everyone else toils
Not Stalkadillos
They stalk for work
And expect payment
For their deeds
Of maniacal terrorism
It's entertaining
In that retrospective
Span of vision.
Dollars and sense
He has no sense
He wants dollars
In stalking fees
And whatever --
Would he do?
If paid for coercion
Stalk some more
With more gadgets!
Of maniacal terrorism
It's entertaining
In that retrospective
Span of vision.
By Lady Lost
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**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
**This is a poem expressing what the alleged perpetrator's agenda logically appeared to consist of to its most poetic victim. Other individuals involved with this case, as friends, advisors and sometimes co-victims were in complete agreement with this conclusion.
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