The sad story about a broken man

He mentioned that there might be a problem but alas…his words have fallen upon deaf ears. It’s a horrible thing when one feels – hunted. To not be able to walk down the street to sniff the scent of flowers that kiss the air in a warm spring draft. To not be able to enjoy the delight of a child’s laugh. This is what happens when they are on the prowl…like alley cats; they sit in the dark bosom of the shrubberies through out the dark lands. Naturally, it is worse at night. They may win the little fights however, he will win the war. It’s the blatant disregard for human life that is most appalling. That is why these so called warriors for the good must be stopped before they inflict more harm on the weak and the infirmed. I suppose their purpose is to decrease the surplus population. However, the little people will overcome. The little people will rule the world again. Anyway…He was driving home on a warm, foggy night where the mists would drift over the busy thoroughfare. They were out and they saw him. HE was accused of speeding and was punished accordingly. He found his way to Philadelphia – a city where he hoped he could find peace and tranquility. His hopes were up though. He noticed the ashtrays at the bar and it reminded him that he hasn’t smoked a cigarette indoors in a long time. He had given up his hope for black tumorous growths about his lungs and throat. He enjoyed food and minimum drink – he knew that they sensed fun from great distances and that they did their best to destroy all that is good. He was warned that they would be out tonight and he did take heed of their warnings. However, he was doing 71mph in a 55mph zone. It’s not actually an earth stopping deed but he was warned wasn’t he folks??? He was accused along with his wife of mass consumption of the Devil’s drink. A charge they vehemently denied. Like times passed, he was told to perform unusual tasks of balance and coordination with an injured knee and flipper feet. They don’t care. They do as they please. He was told to recite the alphabet which he did with grace, perfection and style. They then ordered the hit. He was informed of this and they tried to restrain him. He wanted a breathalyzer and was told “At our hideout.” That was when he arched his back straight up as the 3 tried to control him. His cuffs were slapped on with much force as they tried to force his head to the hood of his truck to no avail. They grabbed him by his arms (resulting in bruising and scratches) while one put a choke hold on the man and yet another came to carry him off by his legs…still to no avail. The man’s wife was shouting and crying in hopes of reminding him of their son back north. This calmed him but inadvertently softened the Beast. He was thrown to the grass while handcuffed and chewed some dirt. He was forced into their clutches and was swept away into the night. His equipment and modes of transportation are temporarily impounded not to be saved until the dreaded Monday Morning. His wife could not get him out—even though the breathalyzer proved his absolute innocence. He was still charged with: DWI, Resisting arrest, obstructing justice, Reckless driving and of course…he drove 71 in a 55. He stayed in their prisons and was force fed cheese omelet with vegetables which was a cold, flat yellowish green chunk of slime with red spots which was stored in a plastic bag in a small flat piece of cardboard which was then stored in a locker and given to him through the bars. (How’s that for a run on...?) He was soon released but he will be forced to flee back to his home lands of scenic, plush, tan sky lined Staten Island. He will carry on though…they will not stop him. He will have his time in the courts. He will still be in a marching band…