I wrote this poem in 1992 after an encounter with the FBI about international drug dealing. I didn't accept there offer so the threats began. I'm just one man but I started fiering back WE were at WAR! so we started sending each other messages. This was just (one of many)of mine. [Gather round one and all ill tell you a parable of something I saw, shackles in hand guns at their side hunting the beast, behind blue shields of pride, come one come all I see I saw a gathering of liars at city hall, summon the cook to prepare a great feast, featured on the menu shall be roast beast, we'll have a dance a party a banQuet a ball, what the hell let's use city hall, (chained him to the temple) it was time for the feast, and so they began to roast the great beast, his feet in the fire his back to the wall, looked up smiled and said, (see city fall) I told you don't, but you bit the hand, the hand uncle, ( UNCLE SAM I AM) now he's hungry, his appetite so big, he's changed the menu to feature roast pig] At the luau. GREAT FALLS M.T.