Children, This be Wanda Lust and I gots to weigh in wid’ The Black Orchid ’bout not takin’ no high payin’ job. This be bull shit: everbody, man or woman got to grab all the money what they can. Lady Lynda probly believe a lady got to be on the bottom, the missionary position, all the time so’s the man aint think she a tramp. So, he think he the boss and all that shit. Aint no man alive who don’ like some sass in his lass. See, I a poet and don’ know it. Ha!
I hate that shit ’bout not takin’ no high payin’ job. Face it, life be short and everbody need to grab as much money as they can whether they be man or woman.
Well, I got mo’ news fo’ ya. Ol’ Fat Harold, my man, done lose it again. This time he dress like the Easter Bunny and he take a shit in front of a troop of Girl Scouts in Central Park. The urge jes’ come on him and he figure he an animal and why not. He really think he a Bunny and handin’ out chocolate eggs be his mission in life. So back to the looney bin fo’ him. This mean, me, Ol’ Wanda, be the major bread winner now. This be a Porgy and Bess kind of thing.
Now I gots to take mo’ freaks cuz they know they gots to pay more. Last night I dressed as a Catholic School Girl in orange pigtails and I lets the John whack me on the ass fo’ not be’in trusty, honest and brave. But I be careful when I chooses my freaks: they gots to write me a letter befo’ hand and give me they stats like phone and address etc. Aint gon’ be no Heidnick kind of shit: ya can’t spend no money in the grave, honey.Any how it look like he schizo for good, and I be takin’ care of him from now on.
And I still loves him wid’ all my heart and he love me. What a heart fo’ if ya don’t use it, ya know. Peace out, yal.