OK MR. MOBUTU
It seems like it's always the
same shit in this life. Trees grow,
and then they get cut down. Birds
start singing, and then it gets cold
again, and they're off to somewhere
else. Leaving their little kid birds
behind? Who knows. They all look
alike to me. 'Seen one robin, you
seen them all.' There's no telling
for the comparisons of all that we
do. I did, you didn't' I won't, you
will. When I was in Brooklyn last,
outside Grimaldi's Pizza, over by
the bridge, the people were lined
up 40 deep. No kidding; for a pizza.
What kind of crap is that? Life must
be a boring hell if you're ready and
up for something like that. A couple
of yellow cabs sat there too. I didn't
get it. 'When life throws you a lemon,
aren't you supposed to make lemonade?',
the girl said, 'I get this guy instead who
wants to stand in line forty-five minutes
for a pizza. What gives?' I love the way
those tough Brooklyn girls talk.
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