Sunday, May 24, 2009

They Call It Grafton

I know that Grafton has not made the record books as a work camp, but let me tell you it is. Last time my Mommy was in Florida I was in the Chicopee state prison, but this time I'm in a work camp, Grafton. We rise at 5 AM and begin our choirs for the day. This week it's painting. I am forced to inhale toxic fumes and dance on command. Then at the end of the day I'm returned to my cell, where I am provided with bread and water. I am forced to listen to Dean Martin, it's a form of torture, noise pollution. I don't know how much longer I can keep up this hectic pace. I am running on nothing everyday. I try to run and hide in my cage, but I am always found.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

A New Low

I'm here in Grafton with a guard that wants to eat me. Her name is Truffles and I think that she is a lesbian given that she has a beard that she sports with pride. I digress... Apparently, my "grandpapa" felt that I needed a bath. I take baths in a bathroom sink, where I can easily climb in and out on my towel. Then I am blown dry and allowed to groom my feathers and have a cigarette. Well, that is not the case in Grafton. I am hauled off to an unheated garage, where I am dumped into a kitchen sink. Don't they know that I can't swim? I panic and flap my wings while Truffles jumps out trying to get on the counter, so even if I make it she will eat me. Is it me or have I sunk to a new low?

Libraries

My Mommy is in Florida and I told her that she has to find "safe places", where there are not any black people. Of course, there is the obvious pool or ocean because as we all know they don't swim. Think about it when have you seen Obama in water. He never mentions the White House pool. But my Mommy needs to be able to leave the grounds and find a "safe place" in case of a hurricane. I had my people search for her and they informed me that the safest place is the public library. Again, who bought and read Obama's book - white people who want to feel righteous that's who. So, if you are looking for a safe place where you won't be licked, my mommy's friend, Jim, let us in on the lingo that means "robbed" go to your local library!