Finding the Way

As I look inside the mind of a minstrel, I find a clown named Jack.  We partake in their greed and suffer buyer's remorse.  She is a scene from Waikiki who was brazed and glazed in the sun of The Japanese.  Should we compete with the elite, or die in a bliss of "suffering?"  Together we are ruined and Jack goes away.  Bring him into The FBI and give him a Linnux "journal" of notoriety.  Finding the hat that blocks the sun is his key.  I call him The God of Hell.  Can't he just be SONS OF ANARCHY?  I see yee with me as I am locked in intelligence torture unit at Hennepin County Medical Center.  I think of Jack and he then appears outside the window coming out of his special refrigerated truck.  He was clean up team.  India Arie (Phlebotomy) and Matthew Grubler (Psychology PhD) from Criminal Minds tour the facility and bring a bliss to my sacred kiss.  Shereef calls and then they all knew that OPEC is owned by Allah.  He will be mine when his is yours, Mustafa.  Be on the page, not full of rage.  Medical students and nurses come in in the dozens, but the being was me.  There was NO psychiatry, and one day was counted twice.  Just ask the Vikings cheerleaders who were up the street in their uniforms, but the guys beelined for the deceit to have fun with the game they played in these very special women's heads.  Because the international inmate crew had been labeled geniuses since birth, we were labeled RETARDED in that Hennepin County Court of Law.  Sergii, a nuclear physicists from Czechoslovakia, kept me entertained by calling Putin's bedroom landline a few times a day to report.  Just look at the international firewall and charges that week.  There were no fair trials, and death was handed to me on a silver tray, right ICP?