Nursery Raps by justin spring - HTML preview

PLEASE NOTE: This is an HTML preview only and some elements such as links or page numbers may be incorrect.
Download the book in PDF, ePub, Kindle for a complete version.

MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB LOOKS VERY CAREFULLY

AT HER COMPANIONS

 

 

 

You can develop a following. They'll follow you anywhere; right into the bathroom as they say.  Hey, lighten up, it doesn't matter. Whoever is following you, you don't want to know. Think about your first boy friend, that'll be enough. His finger nails for starters. That's right: zero right in. Then think about your husband, the one who keeps asking you for money in your dreams.  Correction: demanding it, All of it.  Ok, Ok, you keep saying as you pick up the phone, dial 9-1-1. Suddenly the cops are all over you like a bad suit of clothes. You keep your cool, put one foot up on the DA's desk, pick through the remaining fruit in the bowl. There is a mention of murder from the other side of the room.  Someone you think you once knew butts in, tells the whole story like you weren't there.  There are several disturbing details: Please, only as much as you remember, you keep saying.  You point out several mistakes, misspellings, whatever in the transcript.  The jury murmurs like leaves. You put your head between your knees, fire your attorney from under the table.  The D.A.  objects.  Now you've got all of them following you.  Extrapolate from here if you need more information.  After that, try leaving the country.  Panama, for example. You can live on the isthmus, count the bodies as they drop.