by on January 19, 2009 :: 0 comments

You need to get me cigarettes.
You need to get me a wig.
If you can’t get me anything
I want, get your face out of
here. I need doers not people
like you and the nurse, who say
that is not my job. The hell with
all of you. I just need some
food, new clothes, and a warm shower.
I am a famous singer like
Chaka Khan. Motown owes me lots
of money. I can rap like
no one has ever rapped before.
I need section 8 housing
for my husband and my fifty
children. I want you to get
out of my business if you just
want to put me in some place
with people who are sick in the head.

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