paradox paradise

veritas, verite', truth

3/4/2015, kentucky, usa

Need food, water? Need clothes, shelter?
Well, get money honey, or get dead!
Best git you a job, if y'anna git fed,
but you'll need a car, or y'ont git far.

Huh? Do what now bubby? I kin hunt!
Well, what about your 'lectric n' water?
I live in a millseat, n' got both, ya foller?
'Sides, car needs gas, ain't no pump roun'ere!
What else ya got to sell, 'cept more fear?
'is'ere paradox paradise, must be nice,
if yer settin' pretty in the big o' city.
S'long's ya got munnie, I'm s'broke, hit ain't funny.

Reckon I'll just have to skin a few bucks,
Tan hides, and sew. Eat ven'son ham n' jerky.
I'll be fine, rain er shine, n' might eat a turkey.
I know of the caves, and sev'ral rockhouses 'round.
But they don't take plastic, dollar, or pound.
Got an app fer fishin' with yer sayule phone?
Or do you hunt humans with a flyin' drone?

You civilized folks cain't teach me nuthin,
Other'n poverty, slavery, and misery, well by God!
Best I stay in God's country, you keep your funny money!