My shed,
First I loaned it to a friend,
I was told her husband woukd pay me $50/ month,
I got nothing,
Then the land lord brought them their own shed,
Then my gal had stuff in it,
Then the gal and most of her stuff went south,
Then the straight christian neighbor had no place to store stuff,
I put the G in good neighbor,
I said I will loan you mine,
She bought a mower,
Used I gave her what she spent to but it,
See I figured she’d mow for me,
After all I bought the mower and stored it in my shed,
First time D.Roman mowed there she was hand out palm open,
Ten dollars a mowing I paid,
This year I’m buying a no gas push mower
Its going with my shovel in my shed,
Problem is no key,
Shed locked up tight,
Tight as a bug in a rug,
Good people,
Good person we finish last,
What I beed is a hero,
Diana Lee Dudley in 2012&2014 lied me on to elder abuse,
Said I beat my mom,
Lied said my dad beat mom,
Dad beat me with hand and belt as a kid,
No one cared as an adult dad beat mom and me with words,
No one stopped it,
If I was the monster my half sister implied when in October 2014,
I should have gutted her and sunk her carcuss in William Ferrings sink hole where he dumped baby puppies and kittens,
Funny the abuses that fill our dreams we could not stop,
If I had stopped her mom and Ellen would have had a happier longer life at home in Waukon,Iowa,
I would not be here alone in Quasqueton,Iowa,
But then there are eight cats that are alive because of me,
A poet,
A writer,
A used good person,