His Shangri La
Is in the bushes
The cold brush
Of winter
The broiling brush
Of summer
His Shangri La
Is in his car --
Cruising on by
On drive by(s)
Stalker-mobiles
In succession
Changing vehicles
As the stalking --
Wears them out
Stalker-mobile --
1, 2, 3, 4
More on scores
Over the years
His Shangri La
Is playing PI
As little boys --
Play power rangers
His Shangri La
Is slander mastery
Violations, Coercion
Munchausens
It's very odd --
It's very disturbed
His Shangri La
Is no land --
Of peaceful eternity
Nor gentle meditations.
By Lady Lost
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