The Greedy Needy One
A poem from the ether zone
The encumbrances of time and forgotten memories of youth laying heavy on the surface of my inner face. My pour bother is my poor brother wanting a drink of anise flavored WHISKY???????and then a cigarette. This is not the thing I ever even WANT to dew. Eye cant even feed you my pour bother iff YEW have a cigarette and whiskey sour face??????? Whats wrong with me??????? Nothing good is wrong with me. Eye have a complete change of mind cleared of lust. My brothers habits aer just dust. My pour bother could eat worms with me. As we lay in the dust collecting them to share. Eye can even feed ewe there but no
eye can give a fish to poor as me and even SOME to HUNGRIER than eye. But eye wont offer the panhandler a drink of sour mash when eye myself have cleared my eye.
Does my poorer than myself brother need a drink??????? while eye must ride the @2two dollar pass upon the bus sun
transportation line. Does he drink or dew eye ride. Eye ride eye dew he does not drink my fare is paid eye dew not think
it is no crime to stiff my brother away from his whiskey drink and cigarette he could quit and even stop his filthy habit
iff he only wanted tewe. Would he listen to me OH NO.
He told me that he just wants me to go to go to go .
Eye ride.