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Son..where art thou? Relevant Senior Issue of 2009 A musicalhistorical express starting in a garden
I was born in Cornwash Georgia in 1925. My father was a bar back who
cleaned the spittoons and toilets at Willies bar. He had trouble getting decentv work because he had this habit of flashing people on Saturday night. Everytime he got liquored up we would get a call from the police saying they caught him with his pants down again. Fidel and Juvon were farmhands down the road on the Donniger property. They were both coal black and always sweaty. When I was 15 I started thinking how much I would like to do them at the same time. I was coming of age and finding my true destiny. I could take 2 dicks at one time when I was younger. Fidel and Juvon used to **** me at the same time and it was good. They would shoot their loads about the same time and my mouth would get thirsty quickly. My ass was voted the best of 1940. It still has a few miles left on it but I can't keep from shitting on my partners dick. I was ****ing the brothers before affirmative action dictated that all the fat and ugly white women could be violated by the bucks. I used to get 15 dollars a pop and that was when the sisters and poor white trash were getting $13.50. Fidel used to say my asshole was haunted because everytime he went to felch me he heard something like "HELLO" come out of my butt. I think it was the wood alcohol he used to drink. That crazy niggra drank shaving lotion also. He used to see spiders on his body and Martians in the sky but he was the best pussy eating jiggaboo on earth! I hated it when they found him dead in his garden. When he died he shit his pants and turned grey. He looked a bit like Michael Jackson. Of course we hadn't heard of that molester yet. It's a wonder all the dangerous booze I drank didn't have an effect on my children. Well .. looking at Scott Salberg perhaps the bathtub gin or the thalidomide did him in. My children all had different fathers. Scott's father was a pedophile. I walked in on him and found him substituting his dick for Scott's pacifier. That's probably why Scott turned queer. He tried to **** his brother Chris until Chris cried so loud he alerted theneighbors. I tried to teach him a trade, how to steal without getting caught he was too stupid to catch on . He told on himself and told them I taught it to him. He's lucky I didn't get busted or I would have beat his ratting ass with a baseball bat. That's gratitude for you and naturally it came from the ****ing fag of the family. My son Chris had a worthless father also. He robbed people on drug deals. He told them he could get them drugs and skipped out with their money. One of them shot at me with a pistol and I had nothing to do with it. As I sit back and contemplate my life I wonder why I made the mistake of laying with jiggaboos and I wonder if my life would have been different if my babies fathers were white and respectable. It got old picking my husbands up out of the street every night because they were so ****ed up they couldn't walk. Scotts father had this habit of sticking his finger up my poop chute while I was sleeping. I used to wake up thinking I had to shit and there he was, salivating with brown fingers and a hard-on. Sometimes it made my crotch monkey wet to see the crazed lust in his eyes and the shit on his fingers! Sometimes we had such good times! It's a shame I caught him in bed with my father and had to divorce him. Mother begged me to overlook it saying "boys will be boys" but I just couldn't do it. Momma said it was just a phase and daddy used to go to bed with grandfather all the time. Momma said she would wait outside the door for them to finish. It usually took about an hour and when they came out, she would wipe Dad's chin and they would go home. |
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