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Nothing  to see here people keep it moving.The child just couldn't say Thank you. He must have thought I was gonna give him some fish... but I was only teaching him how to do this...He must have thought, it was beneath him to have to sell a few fish for awhile/ he must of thought ,that I was gonna think, he owed me, I thought he knew my heart was big enough, but he must have thought my kind act weak.I thought he'd get on his feet. 

I thought he just needed a jump  start, but when I checked his lights  were out, and the engine went .click click. I looked under the hood and saw he had a faint heart beat. I sent him a new battery,but then he was out of gas.I gave him a few good tips,to put into his tank. I said run on this for awhile But he never did say thanks. My pearls were trampled under foot, and still he never knew or cared that I cried real tears.

Sometimes you have to chose your bones like  you chose your battles; The bones I  had to pick with him was ten  to his one, but still for the love I held my tongue, but he was quick to say you done me wrong,but not a word was spoken about the good deeds he received. 

He had a bone to pick.He pointed that out very quick, make sure your bone is based on truth, cause sometimes people  are without Ruth (ruthless), and  will do anything just to keep from saying .thank you!He could have said that is not my thing;Thank you anyway.I appreciate your effort , or  dam you, I don't even like fish. But  thank you" for doing something tho what you think is something, to me, is really nothing, "cause everybody owes me ". 

Plus I can't remember to say thank  you, I got turrets I mean ahh -attention deficit- yeah that's it. I only shout out obscenities, I can't remember important things.What does it mean, it means  I ain't got a heart.
 
I don't feel like fishing ,whatta you want;What you want ? I don't owe you nothing.
I only sold 2 a dem fish you gave me, then with the money I got drunk. " so what." fagettaboutit " he says.
I knew you were up to something ,ahhh you wanted me to say" thank you", or.." I appreciate you "! but you can forget it!.You are asking much to much.
  
You cannot re- start my heart with a charger kit.. ha..so close the hood and the book..  
Label me basket case number 666.  I know I am the one who didn't take the challenge...didn't fulfill his potential.
All because he could not muster up the words..thank you! to say to his Sister/mother or brother.
What a Buster!- I am done. Go ahead,try and hate me. Nothing to see here people keep moving right along, just another mother trying to give a cripple crab a crutch,whom she thought was her grateful son!
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