Eviction Drama

Thanks to all you wonderful people, I'm enduring this totally unnecessary, vicious and illegal assault by the thieving 1% .
   I did nothing wrong. My psyche was raped by having my things smashed and recklessly strewn across my lawn. It's fucking drama queen street theater! It's meant to serve as a warning to all renters not to defy their masters. 
From an entertainment perspective, I can appreciate it as penny opera street theater. And it has all the elements of a Greek tragedy. Malevolence, pathos and the hero's struggle was all right there using my front porch as the stage. It became quite the spectacle! The Marshal stroking his gun, a landlord acting like a petulant child, me begging, screaming and weeping and then in act three, the arrival of a crew of shabby chain-gang prisoners in orange jumpsuits, escorted by polo shirt wearing guards out of a van, and then after having their shackles removed, each putting on a full bio hazard facemask, goggles, respirator, rubber wading boots and gloves and the final touch- getting sprayed with delousing chemicals before they enter my deadly lair of doom! They delighted in my misery by making eye contact with me as they smirked and they then would maliciously bash my belongings to bits. Motherfuckers should be in jail.
The marshal was the hired thug they used to intimidate me! Beware peasants! We own you! Whatever, drama clowns, carry on with your amateur hour antics . You can't crush me. I'm protected by an invisible force-field made of the most powerful thing in the universe...Pure Love!