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| Sustenance by � i_m_badmedicine Father Columbus offered to buy my soul For a hand full of beads and one stock In the local Starbucks. To which I had to Say no because I am a firm believer in home Boiled Folgers. Besides I sold part of my soul To President Chivington the last time he past Through, and he was offering pieces of real Estate in Arizona. I am now a proud owner of One inch of mesa top somewhere outside Of Phoenix, although I am still waiting for The title, which is three owners behind me. Another part of my soul I gave to Governor Custer on his last fund raising drive, because He seemed the epitome of dash and chivalry. And the thing this reservation needs most, I thought, Is cash and civility, which is close enough. Especially for a backwoods, porch dwelling, brush Running, honest to goodness native. I was Only too sorry to get low on soul and not be able To offer more. Goodness knows they all need it. I retained part of my soul, thank you kindly, Because the animals I keep for food were getting Scrawny and mean to each other. And nothing is Worse then a mean trout when it comes to dinner Time. I also didn't want everyone in church to Stare at me, because it's the most awful thing In the world to see someone without a soul Trying to convince the pastor that it's ok To get a food voucher. You know, for when What soul you have left isn't enough to feed The dogs you have to eat. |
