Along comes a Little Old Lady (she wanted to know if i told the police)A Poem by lyricvixenPumping-Someone-For-Information, Little-Old-Lady, Red-Car, Liver-Landlord, Asking-Who-You-Told-About-Face-Attack, How-Many-kids, How-old, Where-Live, Who-lives-With-You, Music-Song-Writing,
who did not sit beside me
but stood in the side view of me just to start with her sad story of a husband that pass away (sorry for your loss, i said ) only to let her ask many thousands of questions about me (more like, she will say something about her self) (so you will speak the things she wants to know) she said she was on the bus but i did not see her she said her backpack was heavy but later said it was light! first the words were of health then of crime who did i tell if it was a woman who hurt me? and the more i talked the more i knew she had done this many times before she played me like the music she talked about but for who and the why my slavery has been over 30 years and no one ever care before but i have watch as teachers, doctors, bus drivers, postmen, cops, landlords, Maintenance-men, and family do things, i could not understand and, Then it hit me ""THE MUSIC'" it stocks and bonds, Pay checks for a entertainment community I am a living free bank... of slavery they come in my home with keys when ever they need why would the gov. stop the gravy train!!??
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Added on April 7, 2022 Last Updated on April 22, 2022 Author
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