Children, This be Wanda Lust and I gots to weigh in wid’ The Black Orchid ’bout not takin’ no high payin’ job. This be bull shit: everbody, man or woman got to grab all the money what they can. Lady Lynda probly believe a lady got to be on the bottom, the missionary position, all the time so’s the man aint think she a tramp. So, he think he the boss and all that shit. Aint no man alive who don’ like some sass in his lass. See, I a poet and don’ know it. Ha!
I hate that shit ’bout not takin’ no high payin’ job. Face it, life be short and everbody need to grab as much money as they can whether they be man or woman.
Well, I got mo’ news fo’ ya. Ol’ Fat Harold, my man, done lose it again. This time he dress like the Easter Bunny He really think he a Bunny and handin’ out chocolate eggs be his mission in life. So back to the looney bin fo’ him. This mean, me, Ol’ Wanda, be the major bread winner now. This be a Porgy and Bess kind of thing.
And I still loves him wid’ all my heart and he love me. What a heart fo’ if ya don’t use it, ya know. Peace out, yal.