Verses for Every Hater: Poetic Justice!
This poem is for the scumbag in the black van, lurking in the shadows, plotting with a sinister plan. Your poverty is so severe, I know you don’t give a damn, but I’ve got my own battles, trying to rise above the jam. Death threats echo, like whispers in my ear, while I’m caught in the chaos, surrounded by my fears. I can't call the Wichita PD; they're miles away, and I’m left to fend for myself in this twisted play. Haters and users circling, like vultures in the night, I don’t know what’s worse – the brain-dead sheep or the scumbags ready to bite. Worse than a leech, they drain my strength and will, but I refuse to be a victim; it's my fire they can't kill. So here's my rhymed reply, a poetic middle finger raised, to all the haters around me, in this darkened, endless maze.
CELEBRITY CHRISTOPHER FOUNTAIN - AUGUST 12TH, 2025.
Unwanted Calls? Silence the Harassment! UPDATED, JUNE 15TH,2025.
Prank Callers Meet Their Karma!
On June 15th, 2025, after the unsettling experience of a death threat from a mysterious black van near the Genesis Gym yesterday, I've decided to take a stand. As a social media icon and celebrity, I've always been exposed to pranks and overzealous fans, but this was a whole new level of unsettling. Now, thanks to my broken phone, those prank calls can no longer reach me. It's a strange sense of relief; while I won't miss the constant interruptions and bizarre messages, it also feels like a peculiar shift in my connection to my audience. No more random late-night calls or unsolicited DMs—just a bit of peace and quiet to focus on what really matters!
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As I stroll through the streets of Wichita, Kansas, I can't help but chuckle every time I see trash strewn about, especially when I think about the infamous Alligator Man and the scene near Harry St. "Hello!" I imagine him, with a smirk. "Are you the one that threw the mattress on the side of the street?" It's just so absurd and comical to witness people treating their neighborhoods like a dumping ground. Honestly, I find it hilarious—who knew that witnessing urban chaos could be so entertaining? Every discarded item tells a story, and the strange sight of a mattress abandoned on the curb just adds to the quirky charm of this ghetto community. It’s moments like these that make me appreciate the unique humor hidden in the everyday mess of life. "Alligator Man",- "I know your work when I see it", - but really was not sure if that was it or not. I met the "Alligator Man",- quite a few years back and I will never tell on the Alligator Man, as we need people like him to release his anger in a Ghetto, that there is just so many, scumbags. But, although, The "Alligator Man", operates in Mysterious ways; I truly know that he is a Friend, more than a "Foe", and I know that the mistakes, that he made against me, are just in his nature; as a beast can not be tamed. The "Alligator Man",- may have cleaned up his act, and may have stopped talking to the obvious, wrong people. No doubt, about it, as attention is too much and great for even the "Alligator Man", at times. But, did The "Alligator Man", throw this Mattress on Harry Street? That, is just something that no one except the Alligator Man will ever know.
Alligator Man: Trash Trouble Strikes! Is that you, Dumping Trash at My Home?
We should form an Alliance, "Alligator Man"! I am not your Enemy.
YESTERDAY, JULY, 22ND, 2025, AT APPOXIMATELY, 6:15 AM TO 7:00 AM, I WAS THREATENED BY A COUPLE OF MEXICANS, AND HE TOLD ME, "THAT HE HOPES THAT I END UP GETTING "KILLED". I WAS NOT BOTHEIRNG ANYONE. SO, - THEN THEY BOTH TELL ME, AND THREATEN ME, THAT THEY KNOW WHERE I LIVE. THIS HAPPENED, AT THE QT AND I CALLED IT IN TO THE POLICE. I DECIDED IT WAS POINTLESS, SO AT THAT POINT, I JUST WANTED TO "HANG UP". THE 911 DISPATCHER CALLED ME BACK, AND SPOKE TO ME, FOR ABOUT 20 MINUTES PROBABLY. MAYBE, LESS. I DO WISH TO PRESS CHARGES FOR "HARASSMENT", AND "TERRORISTIC THREAT". THESE ARE PEOPLE, THAT ARE "STALKING ME". I KNOW IT, AND MAYBE EVEN PEOPLE THAT HAVE STOLEN FROM THE HOUSE THAT I LIVE AT. THEN, - IMMEDIATELY THE TIRES AND GARBAGE WAS THROWN ALL OVER THE LAWN AT MY HOME. SOMEONE, KNOWS SOMETHING. JUST DONT TRY TO BREAK IN MY HOME AGAIN. "YOU WILL NOT MAKE IT OUT", - I WILL MAKE SURE IT HITS THE NEWS AT THAT POINT. TRUST ME. PROMISE. DO NOT TRY TO BREAK IN. DOA ON SCENE, IS WHAT I WOULD WORRY ABOUT IF I WERE A BURGLAR.
Thieves Target My Dog Again! But, they just do not want to get caught trying by me. Immigrant trash, fight with me, while mob, tries stealing my dog. at the QT
I am still receiving menacing calls from Raymundo Daniel Ayola Tovar, the immigrant who robbed me during Christmas time. Each time the phone rings, my heart races as he threatens my life, claiming that his gang will come after me. It's terrifying to think that the Wichita, Kansas police have made no arrests despite my reports. I feel trapped and unsafe, constantly looking over my shoulder, wondering when this nightmare will end. After all,- He told me that he was going to shoot me. He even told me how he stole the Ak-47 in a burglary and told me that he will get rid of it, as it is not in his name. No one, can tie it back to him, he said to me over the phone, as my phone number was obvious and he had it.
Reflections from the Car Next Door: ‘I’m Not Racist’ – A Vital Conversation What Terrorism is, and It was acknowledged that I was being menaced again, and the Understanding by a wonderful person sitting in their car at QT. Thank You, for seeing and realizing that. "The Mob Attack against me is real; and it never stops
THE EASIEST WAY TO MAKE SOMEONE LOOK INSANE, OR CRAZY, IS TO CALL THEM A RACIST, AND IT IS THE OLDEST TRICK IN THE BOOK. THAT IS WHAT THE HATERS ON REDDIT.COM DO, AND NO ONE BELIEVES IT, BECAUSE MY TRUE IDENTITY SHINES THROUGH. NOW, - YESTERDAY, THESE IMMIGRANTS FROM MEXICO, HARASSED ME, AND THE FAT, OVERWEIGHT, ONE THREATENED ME TO MY FACE. MEANWHILE, THERE WAS A "GROWING CROWD", THAT THOUGHT THEY WOULD GET CLOSE TO STEAL MY DOG, BECAUSE I HAD THE WINDOWS DOWN. THAT IS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN, - THAT IS WHY WE ARE ALWAYS TOGETHER. IT IS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN, IF YOU TRY, - I SUGGEST YOU PREPAY FOR THE AMBULANCE BY HELICOPTER SO THAT YOU MAKE IT TO MEDICAL CARE, IMMEDIATELY AFTER YOU TRY. NOW, - THAT IS NOT A "PUBLIC HANDOUT", - SO YOU BETTER GET A JOB TO PAY FOR IT
ALLIGATOR MAN, THIS POEM IS FROM ME AND DETECTIVE ISABELLA.
Where's The Alligator Man? Adventure Awaits!
Alligator Man - where are you at?
Fresh on the scene, a call to action, Plumbers in need, it's a chain reaction. With pipes in a twist and water, and sewage, on the floor, We reach out for help, but we’re wanting more. The Alligator Man, he's the one we trust,
In the realm of plumbing, he’s a must. “Knows what I am talking about,” he says with flair, With tools in his hands and wisdom to share. Do you know why we seek your aid right now? Because when I helped you, I made you say “Wow!”
Remember those moments, the times gone by? When your leaks were fixed, and joy filled your eye? Now it’s my turn to ask for your grace, The Alligator Man, let’s put a smile on this place.
This poem is for you, a heartfelt plea, In the world of plumbing, you’re the key to the spree. Let’s tackle the troubles with laughter and cheer, Together we’ll conquer all plumbing fear.
So here’s to the Alligator Man, standing tall, With a toolbox of magic, you answer the call. I need your help now, don’t let me down, For in the plumbing adventures, let’s both wear the crown!
Alligator Man, We are waiting patiently for your return.
In shadows deep where whispers dwell, the Alligator Man casts his spell,
A figure born from murky swamps, where moonlight drapes and silence stomps.
With scales of green and eyes that gleam, he slips through nightmares, a haunting dream
Where is the Alligator Man? Do you know what I mean? I remember the days, of the funniest scenes.
Alligator Man, - What are you up to? Are you giving back?
Confronting Wichita's Disturbing Dark Side
On June 15th, 2025, the tension escalated after a chilling death threat emerged from a mysterious black van near the Genesis Gym. This unsettling incident sent shockwaves through the community, prompting discussions on security and the dangers that come with fame in the digital age. As fans and followers expressed their concern online, the incident highlighted the dark side of celebrity culture, where adoration can quickly turn into threats and harassment. Influencers are now calling for greater awareness and support for those facing such frightening situations, emphasizing the need for unity and safety in a world where visibility can sometimes invite danger.
ON JUNE 15TH, 2025, AFTER THE DEATH THREAT FROM THE BLACK VAN NEAR THE GENESIS GYM YESTERDAY, WHERE HE ASKED ME, "HOW DOES IT FEEL", TO KNOW THAT I AM GOING TO BE "DEAD", SOON AND THAT WAS IN FACT IN HIS "WORDS". [Black Van Driver]
THEN, "I RECIEVED A SERIES OF PHONE CALLS ALL NIGHT LONG", AND THESE ARE THE GOOGLE PHONE NUMBERS THAT THEY CAME FROM.
347-674-8958, THAT WAS THE DEATH THREATS OVER THE PHONE TO ME. I AM BEING WATCHED, AND VANDALISM, THEFT, HARASSMENT, AND NOW DEATH THREATS ARE THE ONLY THING THAT I AM EXPERIENCING.
THE CALLS CAME THROUGH ALL NIGHT LONG.
3:48, 3:55, 3:56, 4:04,4:05, 4:10, 4:11, 4:12, 4:16, AND CONTINUED ON FROM PHONE NUMBERS FROM UTAH, AND EVEN IRAN.
IRAN PHONE # - +98 903 405 5907
THIS ONE SEEMS LIKE IT WAS ARTIFICAL INTELLIGENCE. HE SAID HE WAS GOING TO RAPE AND MURDER ME AND MY ENTIRE FAMILY.
THEN, UTAH, PHONE # - 385-381-1476
DEATH THREATS WERE MADE TO ME. AND, AT THIS POINT I AM TIRED OF IT. I EXPECT THE WORST. AT THIS POINT, AND AFTER THESE SERIES OF CALLS, I RECIEVED ANOTHER CALL FROM PHONE NUMBER, 330-921-0223,IT WAS ANOTHER GOOGLE SUBSCRIBER, AND IT SHOWED UP AS SPAM RISK. THE PERSON WAS THE SAME AS OTHER PHONE NUMBER, AND THREATENED TO KILL ME.
Back Off! My Dog's Off Limits! Do not even look at her. You scum are not worthy to in public.
Honest to God, I cannot believe the audacity of scumbags these days. The thieves who broke into my home recently are nothing but scumbags. They had the nerve to steal my other $3500 dog, and I'm furious! You people are scum to me and my beloved pet. I can't stress enough: do not even look at her! She’s more than just a dog to me; she’s family. The anguish and betrayal I feel are beyond words, and I hope justice is served for this heinous act. My heart goes out to anyone else who has experienced this kind of violation. We need to stand up against these lowlifes! If they get killed in a Burglary, so be it. That is music to my ears. I really and truly do not want you people in Wichita, Kansas to even think that you are worthy of looking at my dog, Bella, when you harass me out in public. The way that you all look to see if my doors are locked, if she is in the truck and I catch you, is just a topic that I will share with anyone that does not know this ghetto and the human shit that resides here. You are never going to steal my dog, without you losing your life, in a burglary when I catch you. I have taught my dog, to bark at all predators, and the scum in Wichita, Kansas are exactely that. Do not approach me and my dog, in public. I do not wish, for my dog to know you. We are asking for our privacy and that you do invade our privacy at this time. I am not running, a petting zoo, and I do not want my dog, around other people, without alerting me of your presence. That is it. You can buy our photographs and My Autograph, and that is about it. If you are a fan, than you will respect that. If you are a thief trying to continue stealing from me, - you in fact will get caught, and I do not call cops anymore. If I catch a Thief, I will deal with it, any way I feel I need to and do not give a flying fuck who doesn't like it. Justice will prevail, when I catch you stealing from me, but, when it comes to my dog. She will never leave me.
Global Superstar Goes Viral, Haters Freak!
I always knew that I was a Famous Superstar, and there is no doubt about it. My confidence in my stardom is unwavering, yet I find myself questioning the authenticity of the analytics provided by platforms like YouTube. It's become increasingly clear to me that they do not accurately track the real number of my followers or the impact of my videos. The so-called "proper analytics" appear to be misleading, leading to a distortion of the truth. It's disheartening to think that my hard work and talent may not be properly recognized and registered. YouTube and other websites need to ensure transparency and accuracy in their reporting to reflect the true influence of creators like me. Until then, I will continue to shine brightly, no matter what the numbers say.
Farewell, Haters: Not Welcome Back!
In Wichita, Kansas, I've encountered some of the biggest leeches and users I have ever met in my life. Their incessant need to drain others of their energy and resources is astounding. I've come to realize that if you hang around with garbage, you begin to smell like garbage. It's time to cut ties with these scumbags and embrace a fresh start, free from the negativity that festers in their presence. No more users will be allowed in my life; I choose to surround myself with positivity and genuine connections instead.
Cutting Off Scumbags: No more Loans!
Trust me, no one will ever get close to my money or valuables again. I've devised an extreme plan to ensure it's safety: I'm buying property in the desert, a place where the sun scorches the ground and secrets can be buried deep. Imagine a hidden map leading to stash spots of gold, silver, and cash, carefully concealed beneath the sands where only the most determined adventurers dare to tread. So go ahead, if you think you can find it, take a look for that elusive treasure. But remember, these treasures are buried beneath layers of protection, far from the reach of scum who dare to covet what’s mine. My valuables are safe, while you’re left chasing shadows in the vast desert.
Conquering Uncertainty: A Bold Collection of Poetry for True Hater's.
Haters are haters, they linger in the dark, Casting shadows of doubt, trying to leave a mark. But I rise like the sun, with no trace of a frown, For every whispered insult, I wear as my crown.
They dwell in the shade, afraid of the light, While I dance through the storms, ready to fight. With each cutting word, they think they can slay, But I sharpen my edge, turning fears into play.
Winners stand tall, yes, they face the blade, Fueled by the fire that can never degrade. For every hater's sneer, I forge my own way, Turning pain into power, come what may.
Life's a fierce battle, but I embrace the duel, Each setback a lesson, each fall makes me fuel. So let them keep talking, I'll rise from the fray, For the louder the haters, the stronger I'll stay.
In the rhythm of life, let their voices fade, I'll weave my own tale, unbroken, unafraid. Through poetry and passion, my spirit takes flight, Haters may linger, but I shine through the night.
Why DEI Hires, Can't Achieve True Justice In diversity’s name, they gather the few, Yet justice remains a distant view. Real change thrives where hearts align, Not just in titles, but actions divine.
Join the Fight: What, happens if Vigilantes Unite!
In shadows deep where whispers weep, Death threats loom, their weight to keep, Wichita's streets, they turn their backs, Deaf to the echoes of my silent tracks. Haters abound with venomous spite, Their words like daggers cut through the night, Yet lo, the police, with eyes turned blind, No rescue found, no justice defined. In rhymes I weave my battle's plight, Through the pain of darkness, I seek the light, With each verse spoken, my spirit takes flight, In the heart of the storm, I’ll continue to fight.