The Threatening Man Poem by Yukon Mordsmoi

The Threatening Man

This poor, confused, misguided old soul
He really thinks he knows
And now his threats are written words
To me personally, not in prose

Do his readers know the real him?
Hateful, lying, childish bully that he is. Making threats?

They will

And then he wonders why the police watch him like a hawk

So sad

The Threatening Man
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