Foreclosure Poetry

THE A MAN,
I am there with you now.
If we tried what they did, we’d be ‘under’ the jail.
In the olden days, we’d have the gun and keep trespassers off.
Now they set you up.
I’ have an interest in your home and I’ll foreclose on you and you can’t stop me.
Do you know? The law firm that foreclosed on me, that’s all they’d say!
Our client has an interest in your home. They never declared me in default. Their client never did either.
They were truthful in that matter, their letters would say they represent their client who has an interest in my home.

Weird, the truth was right there and I thought I could declare not knowing them and keep my home. Nope, they are interested in your property ‘maam’, you don’t have to know them.
They are trusted by your legal system. Let them file some documents that say you lost your rights, and some more that said you transferred your rights and then we’ll let them have your property ‘maam’.
Nope, don’t need a meeting of the minds.
Nope don’t need a contract.
All they need to know is you have a home, and be interested in it.
Well and they need enough money to perpetrate the crime.
Yeah, sounds like RICO, but so what ‘maam’.
When they finally got a mob boss it was over tax evasion, not what he did to the people he hurt.
Don’t you read your history.
He didn’t steal the White House, he stole your house, BIG difference.
RICO matters when people have connections, you don’t have no connections, you as close as the dirt, walking on the land as a man or a woman.

So stop your complaining and get outta thar befar the ‘sheriff’ arrives at yo doh step ta mayk sure you vay-cate da premises’.

Light and Love

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