This table is taken.
What is the cafe making?
I will have a buttery croissant.
A chai latte is what I always want.

My daughter has always been my only real family.
We deserve respect.
But judgments is all we ever get.
Some faith on us no one will let.
For us to fail is what they all bet.
Her academics reflect.
Our credibility is what it affects.
A recommendation they still don't regret.
The schools & courts don't know I am what is in her best interest & always has been.
Just because I list my case & did not win.
To take a child away from a good mommy is their sin.

Broken hearts with paper they deliver.

To be labeled insane on court manuscripts is ridiculous.
Logic is something they entirely missed.
They need to give Karma a kiss.
Revenge crawls & may hiss.
The mediator, judge, & minors counsel, along with all the attorneys can drink serpent's ****.

They wasted half a year of my living expenses on their wages.
They didn't care at all about my declaration pages.

I passed the evaluation of my brain.
I took pointless parenting classes in the rain.

What they really believe is I am unfit because I am unmarried.
Ariel is my baby which I carried.

Nobody talks to me.
I am a loner as you can see.
To be my friend no one wants to be.
But that is okay.
I do my life my way.
I have a place to stay.

My cat identifies with my mind.
A true friend in him I find.

Light beams show rainbows it seems.
Shines on areas that are dim.
Holding hands with him.
Uglyiness sees no romance & gets no kisses.
Rejection ignores & disses.

Sadness & loneliness excel.
Hope & happiness lay broken where it fell.
Frustration alone still yells.
****** in this stench hole of hell.
Describes the story I always tell.
Never to understand.
This is like a ghost land.
Where civilization had been banned.

No friends....dwelling no where.
No people near....no family here.

Acres of space & empty dirt.
Above thee earth.
Not the last or the first.
Respect all life's births.
Hell is alot worse.
All species are equal but diverse.

Who is she?
That would have him propose on one knee.
Being single for two decades continues.
To meet the right person I had not yet knew.
Beautiful is not how I feel.
While alone & unhealed.
Outside through the window I see people in love together.
Inside these walls true live never occurred.
A fantasy dreamed is too blurred.

Anger is content.
It took up residence but don't pay rent.
It's presence dwells here in horror.
Evil growls....roars & howls.
A horrid stench so foul.

Heaven don't save the ******.
Pitchforks are not an olive branch.
In hell you don't get another chance.

No harps or halos it angel wings.
Only screams angel voices don't sing.

Your forced to learn your lesson.
A game you lost & can never win.

Depths of hell echo & haunt.
Obscenities expose & flaunt.
Blood splatters on the wall.
Where he killed my hamster & threw him to his fall
Like scenes from a haunted house.
Tears your skirt, shirt, dress or blouse.

Dictate your fate in a bottomless pit to fall.

Clackling devil hooves across the floor of stone.
Hammers to crush & break every bone.
Skulls decorate cave walls.
Horned red skin with an evil grin stands 7 feet tall.
Death, destruction, torture & corruption.
Hell that is what's it's about & all.

Pitchforks stab & slice.
Evil does what is not nice.

Not flame retardant.
Hell fire burns is how it is meant.

His sadistic nature needs to die.
For making me & my sister cry.

Evil & crime so predictable & stale.
Stupid how arrested suspects get bail.
Convicted when their victims tell.
Prison is where some stay & are jailed.
They have to communicate by mail.
Sometimes their focus goes in another direction.
Where probation happens after correction.

Child & spousal abuse, drug use, & rehab that is no use.
History repeats
Wives & children still get beat.

Their isn't always a Superman or Batman to be your hero.
With a sword or crossbow.

Details of armed robbery , drug dealing & smuggling.
Stabbings & muggings.
On the inside homosexual love with cuddling.
Human trafficking & prostitution.
Violating amendments & constitutions.

They are how they are from how they were raised.
If their victims could speak from the grave
Or had they been saved.
They could explain & describe how their rapists & killers behaved.

Male & females do their time.
Years in custody for their crimes.
Seriousness of their offenses vary.
Some educate, get jobs, or marry.
Behind bars is where violence belongs.
To be punished for all that they did wrong.

Some from death row are now dead.
Similar to the wildlife in a zoo behind bars they get fed.

Shriveled & shrunken.
Intoxicated & drunken.
Hung over & agitated.
Mild to moderate brain activity.
Common sense & basic reason lacks mental ability.
Bad with money & squanders financial stability.

Passing a psychological mental health evaluation not quite.
Kept in a straight jacket & sedated in isolation they do spit & bite.
They go through everyone's trash day & night.
They panhandle at the street lights.
They have tempers & pick fights.
Nothing they do is legal or right.

Slobs with no jobs.
They lack work ethics.
The sight & stench of them is sick.
They're sad story is lies & tricks.
Not a truth that sticks.

They cuss & their pocked face oozes ****.
Their frontal lobe is filled with dust.
About telling your teacher the truth they get homicidal & make a fuss.
They drive a ******* car consisting of smog & rust.
Getting arrested for 365 × 3 + 2 counts of child **** is never a bust.

Keep your children away from drunks.
Some drunks get violent, beat you & lock you on a trunk.
Most pedofiles & rapists are drinkers.
Not religious or moral thinkers.
With shingles, hpv virus, ****** & boyles.
Zero morals as hideous as an ugly *** gargoyle.

Enjoy arguing,  screams & shouts.
Daily drunk driving & behind the wheel blackouts.

The hex of unwanted ***.
A curse never to publish a verse.
My songs uncomposed. & unrecorded. Undiscovered written talent unread.
Thousands undelivered & never said.
My manuscript hidden in a box under my bed.
Sometimes think through my head.
Putting words to music to produce.
Express a message of simple use.
Rap, hip hop, pop, country, or rock.
At concerts people huddle like a flock.
The doors & entranced are locked.
This a reason why I have never been to a concert & I never will.
It ain't that chill.
Herded like sheeps & lambs.
No parking only traffic jams.
Noise & screams reach the rooftops.
Elevates levels of hysteria.
Silence is something I now miss.
Calmness & tranquility no longer exists.

The lens of the camera shutters.
Paparazzi mutters & shouts, camera crews clutter.
Screaming your name.
In awe of your presence.
To get a piece of your famed essence.
Magazine photo shoots you for the cover.
Photographers stare & hover.
Fashion photography or obscene *******.
Best eyes, best hair, best clothes or best bare.
Best lips or best hips.
Fashion victims & icon vixens.
Dressing room trailers for hair, makeup, & wardrobe.
Traveling for pictures circling the globe.
From actresses to recording artists, producers & directors.
From television & big screen projectors.
Velvet, lace, silk, or satin?
For divas white, black, or latin.
A flowing gown with fans all around.
A populated town with limos surround.
Hands, feet, & autographs splash with rain.
Thee walk of fame on it has your name.
Your aura has potential & appeal.
To worship, adore & kneel.
A red carpets beneath your heels.
Life,  fame, success, wealth is unreal.
Happiness & joy you can feel.