That song was just in my heart,
We grew up hearing that insurance song,
My friend just asked how my kitties got flees,
I told her they came in with the neighbor,
Celia said how’s that?
I said she brought over her dog,
What’d she come for?
I said to do her laundry,
Celia said make her take it elsewhere,
I said she has no car,
Celia down by Miami said “What are you her mother?”
I said no,I was just trying to be a good neighbor,
Funny how we are differently raised I guess,
I would never take one of my kitties with flees into anyone’s home,
I had welcomed her Tink,Denise’s little Yorkie,
She knew the flee situation,
She had battled it all this summer,
Should I get crazy?
Raised Christian not a fanatic,
Know my shit stinks,
Not a believer in a thirty-five hundred year old book in a male society where women mostly were seen as property.
And she still loves trump.
But I’m sixty-three my values are not going to errode because some human took advantage of my generous heart.
I just want all the flees gone and my cats well.
I need work to afford what we need to survive.
And never be anyone’s chump again,
If I can manage that I’ll be fine untill we can leave Iowa.