The ShootOR Too

The ShootOR Too

Okay did they find the ShootOR yet this hobo complied with the UNMPD HE cried when he put his pack off his back with the duffle into storage more freedom gone. He keeps his pour porridge his Rather large Pudding sack with all of his blankets intact. He entered his hot spot to sit just until the coffee shop comes open to get views of the ShootOR or just evidense of his demise for the system houses plenty gun Happy Mesabi beating the bushes then searching the sunrise. The work crew is Early also they did not stop to talk to me very unfriendlier now perhaps embarrassed to be the reason eye will not leave my gear outside there building now eye sit me down when it is only four thirty in my morning time. The Bycicle dude shook his fist to me but not at me he was shaking his fist out to the whole world what has happened to my City eye would not lock my Byke to the rack anywhere on this street there is nothing but thieves here now there used to be nice people here before the ShootOR came. Even iff eye had the lock with me eye would choose to keep it here under me to ride the transit the byke goes on the bus with me to keep moving is the only answer. Perhaps the path to GOD becomes more visible to us eye hope they find the ShootOR soon so they will stop looking to the rest of us in the frustration. Meanwhile the street people come then go on the Bus Stop taking the newspapers with them to work to read the words of the Devils printed then sold for coins. This poem was penned inside the Frontier Restaurant on Central in Albuquerque by Charlax on 5:30 AM Thursday one Man got off the bus incognito in mufti the soldier walks. Looking on the street for the ShootOR. People still watch television they even talk about the shows while having breakfast while eating toast. Remember this item it is part of the Establishments procedure to downplay the Media presentation of the ShootOR. They do this to prevent the panic of the students. This is eye signing off.