uncle
July 16, 2007

uncle

 

if uncle ben was here he would tell ya, why its as clear as the white on the rice. we have always been there for ya… and for that we have all paid the price….

uncle remos, had an in with the children, with his stories and lessons and such, but that brer rabbit got one over on him,,, and after that we didn’t think of him much…

now y’all know uncle tom took a whippin’, and like it or not its no lie, that we made him the scape goat for many,, admit it now,,, even you,, even i….

so what about them men from u.n.c.l.e.?? they had a good thing for awhile.. till real truth got stranger than fiction.. and they took their bow and left with a smile….

when i was a boy i had uncles a plenty,, there was jim, john, bill, and old dave… but it turns out my dad had no brothers, and neither did momma,,, god save….

i been hearin’ tell of an uncle called kraker, guess he’s all the rage,, otherwise,, i hear he lives high on the hog.. double wide style… don’t know if that’s his home or his pant size…

And then theres my very own favorite, t’was the sitter from hell, you’ll agree. uncle buck was his name,, and tho he came in lookin’ like a loser,, he come out ahead of the game…

now i know your all just a wonderin’,, why i’m talking all this to you today, and just who i am and just why i’m a sayin, i’d like you to see things my way….

well it seems that i am your uncle… not your mama’s brother, nor dad’s, seems i have fallen quite out of favor, and by the way side with a bunch of them fads….

i started out Americas darling, you were proud to wear that red, white, and blue,, and prouder even to offer yer sons and yer daughters… when i pointed my finger and said “I Want You!!”

but my time in the limelight has faded, there is shame and guilt to be worn, i am no longer in your favor it seems, and that sure has left me forlorn..

there was a time when i glittered like diamonds,,, spreading pride and hope all around,, but now with the current administration, a friend of mine is hard to be found….

the mothers they call me a killer, the fathers they call me a dope, the children they never knew me when,, so to all of them,, i am just an old man… just a joke…

in closing i just wanna tell ya, that im not so old i cant see, that bush has made a fool of himself, and an old gray haired jackass of me….
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