Pelosi, Harris, Newson if you please
All Took their share  Government deceived

Gruesome Newson took the ***** prize
Stiff competition for who is most despised

California was a place of opulence
Pelosi destroyed San Francisco pestilence

People could steal up to $1000 dollars
And not be charged The stores hollered

They were forced to allow destruction
In the false pretense of reparation

Gucci, Chanel Prada, Finest shopping
like locusts they came counter hopping

Broken glass Stores gutted fire remained
The fire burnt out charcoal left it’s stain

Strategically groups hit a street of stores
Filling their cars with their horder scores

There were cameras all around
No arrests were ever handed down

Bathrooms Human waste on the sidewalks
Toilets locked *** **** maps people talk

Drug addicts die zombie comatose frozen
from around the world free drugs chosen

An attempt to get them out of a ***** tent
Homeless in fine hotels Government spent

Drug paraphernalia placed in the lobby
A **** lab caught on fire, druggies hobby

People came from far and wide to get high
Partied ***** drugs fentanyl they died

Another failed project Quietly went away
Harris refused to prosecute anyway

A bail fund to get criminals out of jail fast
I quote “this will not stop it will last

“They will not stop after the election
nor should they. This will continue.”
(Kamala Harris)

Harris loves, vin diagrams color coded
The wheels on the bus duly noted

Criminals destroyed San Francisco
Gavin Newson’s the biggest fiasco

There’s so much that could’ve been done
to prevent these wild fires blistering sun

An Arsonist lit ten fires before she caught herself a blaze, went to a firemen hot haze

Found Accelerant fire starters in her car
No Help from the border czar

Thank to Harris the Arsonist lickety-split
set 5 more fires before she was caught lit

Arsonist quoted, “California burn it down”
Newsom playing the blame game clown

Arsonist demanded “If we don’t get
what we want, we’ll burn it to the ground.”
No comment Newson never around

The destruction for his sake  magnitude 8
California unable to rebuild in his wake

So many homeless bursting at the seams
Mass ****** Crimes women’s screams

be careful walking from the store to the car
Criminals on the rise abducted not far

Gang, ****, *** for sale, darker from there
Government housing, new homes bare

Migrants want to take over our entire city
They tell you one group Areas are for pity

Demanded immigrants congregate together
Sharia laws, private Police lines tethered

Tags Look what gangs are in control
American Quickly learn to stay or go.

If you wonder what is in store
Look California her beauty is no more

Newson A puppet on a string
King of Jerkwater USA no bling

Don’t fret, even when people are down out
In prayer God’s clout,faith without a doubt

Inspired songs

1) I love you, California
music by a.F.Frankenstein
lyrics, by F.B.Silverwood

2) Hotel California by the Eagles
(this is what we’ve become)

I’m Mz Mortenson, if you please.
I dispensed with the charade
when I went to my grave.

Life can be tricky
if you’re pretty.

My life was a role,
I couldn’t always control.

How unaware the dumb bombshell seemed.
Still, I was labeled the obscene Norma Jeane.

in reel life’s small doses,
the role was emotionally corrosive,
merely etching away my fragile identity.

In real life it proved erotically explosive
destroying my privacy, serenity, and sanity.

I thrilled in some 29 films, I took a few pills,
was a plaything for mobsters and tabloid mills.

When I started a fling with the president,
did I have any idea what I was up against?

Some free advice - beware of counterintelligence.

Homicide, suicide - what does it matter
- which one is sadder?

I knew I’d always be there for you, sensuously beckoning,
at 24 frames per second, like an eternal flame - flickering.

Across the years, 400 plus, my stories endlessly play out their parts.
I played not on painted stage, but I knew the human heart - 
I captured, with quill and scratch, the passions of laughter and tears.
I held up a mirror, in doublet and verse, to things unbound by years,
like the weight of grief, the lightness of love and the serpents of ambition.
The music of verse, the lilt and fall of words, hold a strange enchantment,
brief spells where fools, princes, witches and kings shared a selfsame planet.
Though my bones lay in hallowed ground, the stories I spun linger yet.
They've played out, in age after age, on a thousand, thousand stages.
It’s well done, if I say so myself, to live on, in millions of minds and bookshelves.
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A song for this:
Just Like Romeo and Juliet by The Reflections