Rotton Apples

 So, to be funny is no joke to the witch on her red walmart angled broom. She likes the sweep things up and under the rug like a hag on meth..

All jokes aside, because those aren't allowed. Banned. Rotten fruit, eggs, and poop in your face on your tiny stage coming from the audience of hoes, vagabonds, and instigated by the spike queen. Who's afraid of hell with her around. She is hades fire, brimstone, and theft all in one. And I'm not talking about myself.

I would never treat my stepchildren like she does. She should be ashamed but she revels in her piggy mire that she slops in. 

There are things that I would do or at least have done but that had nothing to with her...or did it??? She's like a monster who takes a bite of you then keeps chewing and savoring your flesh like it was a Lindt Truffle with a ribeye steak in the middle. Every bite with some treat in the inside ( she loves beef). You are the heifer sampler and she's  going to town to party down.

Anyway, goofy goobles of Downs Syndrome. Was I born with it. Yes I think i was. At least that is what my husband would say.  Retarded, stupid, don't use your brain. I think just being here would qualify that.

She is financially, legally, and mentally abusing me. Classic case of Elder Abuse. 

She's trying to get info. . Then turning every shred of it against me. It's like someone being pasted to a peg board while the other one takes a knife and stabs them taking out small pieces of flesh all over their body saying to themselves ' oh YES!' Like they were in bed with the lustiest hunk on TV ( she loves TV hunks). 

She's called the cops on me, social workers, my insurance, and who knows whom else. She's gossiped with everyone she knows and turned the world against me ( her world and I'm in it and she wants me gone).

Hooptity hoo, who are you? Where are you? And where are you going? Heaven or hell? Heaven or hell? I sing gladly over the clouds as I sail away on a giant butterfly and land on God's nose.