Crazy 8

The setting of this show held behind my back again, theyre people on a stage, shadows behind curtains drawn, playing being real

The cleaner here at 7am, seemed staged, a bit wierd, the world is a stage, where the unreal is staged, made a real stage, over a story

As i left i heard one of the Rosemary’s Baby actors say “get out,” freaks in my home, a version all their own, they want me homeless, “get out”

As im walking as usual the rapist is stalking me, as usual, but the freaks are closing in, blaming me, staging a scene, a horror driving the knife in

I got in the cleaner was in her kitchen, her door shut and as im making coffee, I hear her say “Its her,” their story is im insane, 9am monitoring

My FB page, puts me on the blacklist, homelessness, yes, its true what i say, because the story’s im insane, and anything i say they claim is fiction