GEORGES NIGHT JOURNAL *comes intu da kitchen singin** Eighteen years hav come n gone Fur mama dey flew by But fur mei dey drug on n on We wuz loadin up dat Chevy Both twyin not tu cwy Mama kept on talkin Puttin off gudbye Den her took mai hand n said “Baby don’t furget Before yu hits da highway Yu better stops fur gas Dere’s da fifty in da ashtway In case yu runs short of cash Here da map, n here da bible If yu ebers lose yur way Just one thing afore yu leabes Don’t furget tu wemember mei” **fixes da niptini n da twoll loaf n cheddy cheeze sammich** Dere been lots da hateful goin on on da cupple pages dese days. Ai not weally unnerstands why things got tu go dat way. Catchin twolls n scams actuawly be easier if yu be kinda nice, den uthers listens better. Xplainin da facts n lettin peeples thinks fur demselbes be bery effective. Peeples purrty smart n can figgures stuff out wifout bein told how tu thinks. Givin fowlke credit fur smarts make dem look closer at da sitiation. Da closer dey looks, da more dey learns bout what be makin things scams n uthers twolls. Thinkin peeples can spots da pwoblems faster n avoid da pitfalls. Ai beliebes in edumacatin fowlkes instead of da tellin dem what tu thinks. **dwinks da niptini, nom, nom, noms da sammich** **puts da journal n glasses away, paws Sammis pikature** Ai reckons dere awlways gonna be diffrent ways tu do things. It not fur mei tu say what wrong or right. Ai just doin how yu taughts mei cuz it feel right tu mei **goes tu da couch, curls up fur da night nap**
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 08:41:59 +0000
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