Recorded Reading: https://www.dropbox.com/s/c10g0g6tq5oe8as/Perp%20Giggle.mp3?dl=0
Oh, I’m having so much fun!
There are fires breaking out all over the area!
Banks and stores being robbed…
Nobody gets it that I’m behind them all!
My recruits are so identifyable to those who really know me…
But who really does? Nobody!
Except one homeless, hunted poet.
Nobody listens to her.
Nobody’s going to get it, either ~ until I’m too big to be stopped!
The traffic lights are my favorite ~ even more fun than remote car alarm triggering and EMP vehicle compromise (although it is pretty funny to see their faces as they turn the key and their dash goes crazy, heh heh)…
I get to see you good citizens pull up in your trucks, scratch your heads, look discouraged, climb around, stretch, be awakward and confused!…
Spend the public money!
Put someone’s life in danger!
But just to make sure…
Let’s leave this large item in the roadway too.
Off for more little recruits!
This poet is physically disabled. Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, she is presently living, in order to continue working, in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone at an income of a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. She would treasure any donation you might care to offer ~ http://www.UgiftABLE.com ● #72D-31S