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Excellent marksmen/women set his/her sites...


I can hold out for upcoming mental health therapy until Wednesday at 1:00 p.m.

Yes, and you (like I) will probably presume me deservedly cursed for flagrante delicto years ago.

After I experienced the following catastrophe (written in my freestyle poetry), you won't be surprised that taking an overdose of one or more of the nine prescription medications became a very appealing exit from aggravating travails.
 

"Hell hath no fury
like a Matthew Scott Harris
fleeced, milked, and scammed"
affected double whammy debacle
worse than being bamboozled
by dreaded dybbuk,
and ransacked, targeted,
and zapped me monetary resources
analogous to wearing a bullseye on my back
eviscerated checking and savings accounts
leaving yours truly
without cents or sensibility.

I always prided myself without prejudice,
yet feel nothing
but red hot poker enmity
towards him/her
who robbed me blind
courtesy willy nilly
pocketing meager pocket change
(but now yours truly
closer to being penniless)
no matter Citizens Bank
vowed, pledged, and held
unswerving oath vis a vis
"FDIC insured" an FDIC-insured bank,
which means that deposits
in all types of Citizens Bank accounts
insured by the FDIC, dollar for dollar,
up to $250,000 per person.

This insurance covers
a wide range of accounts,
including checking, savings,
money market, and certificates of deposit.

According to Citizens Bank,
they are proud to be a part
of the FDIC's deposit insurance system.

A sting operation
already set in motion
hopefully nabs
and prosecutes guilty perpetrators,
whose criminal intent
hopefully finds them behind bars
where they get roughened up
by nasty short and brutish prison thugs.

Two separate incidents
of outright theft occurred
along dark shadows
while merrily ambling along
the information superhighway
(where life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness)
like a dream oblivious
and unbeknownst to me
entering the outer limits
of the twilight zone,
where robberies occurred,

in one case scenario,
an unsuspecting individual
acquired a new debit card
meant for the missus
so she could access
our joint checking account,
which nonchalant activation
and subsequent withdrawal of money
blithely undertaken by unknown person(s),
similar and maybe identical individual
who utilized Zelle (case scenario two)
to access savings account,
no doubt experienced joie de vivre.
 

Along the edge of night,
I arose to said rude awakening
on May sixteenth
two thousand and twenty five
discovering visa vis
that scrawny money tree of mine
figuratively shaken until...
mine bark turned into a whimper,
whereat this doggone word wrangler
found himself
handed a sentence of destitution.
 

A new checking
and savings accounts created
as a precautionary measure
to stymie future sinister motives
of stealthy badass antagonists,
and also User Identification
and password changed
to thwart nefarious nincompoops.

Hopefully I can recoup
considerable lost money
and nevertheless will brace myself
to accept a fate worse than death.

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Brief Bio:Hi (Matthew Scott Harris - berthed January xiii, circa mcmlix). Hi yam juiced dime a dozen penniless bitcoin (a chip off the ole blockchain) branching off the tree men dous skeined wide whirled webbing courtesy aye push (apish) predecessors humanity. Aye got pro pence city to ply (close on par with Wordsworth wandering willy shake his spear), their weight in gold, and thus as a scribe take to the most vibrant media platform these days (electronic soapbox) to express most bothersome doggone fiendish harmful jerk, lobbing nuggets packed resplendently, tightly unfashionably vested with yik yak animal clout. Tis like a stormy field day (tour wren NATO), asper communicating, expressing, gut heaving input. Tinder days of yore sparked psychological conflagration kindle ling outlook per questionable rite Trump violated with yipping brigands doing dirty deeds done dirt cheap. Though unknown to thee twittering, reading public and chattering class, this totally tubular thought provoking meister jabberwocky houses full deshabille attire invoking an automatic repulsion if aiming to affect "FAKE" couture of nouveau riche. No ambition to clothe thyself in the latest craze, fashions, gizmos, kool leaning trends always found this middle aged, monkey's peanut size uncle (a Lioness Paul lean), mwm to be an outlier. Early years of mine kempf fraught with emotional, physical and spiritual angst, when forced thru the gauntlet thrown up by one eyed punks with jagged lightning bolt designed scars. They (the madding crowds of foo fighting beastie boys) throve on being mean, and stepped up the propensity of bullying, especially since this presently grown man evinced (as a pipsqueak), an extremely cowering, frowning, identity guard.

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