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Plain Talk

Sometimes keeping your tongue straight
is hard when what you got to say is plain
simple and from the heart; not always easy
mustering words that feel the abyss of
living the way fingers know the touch of 
life from the skin of death.  I figure one way
might’n be shoot’n the tin can right off the 
fence and talkin’ all funny; another would be 
jus’ to sit there, elbow on knee, and thinkin’ 
some until the sun sets down.  Can git up in 
the morning an keep sittin there; sumfin bound 
to happen fore or later.  I don’t want to preach 
just wanna say whats I gotsa say. Get a load 
off these bent shoulders so I can git myself 
some rest. What I gots on my mind even yer 
dog an’ cat oughta git.  Why, when we all get 
yonder down that there road we all gonna get it 
any how so might us well start talkin’ bout it
now ‘fore its too late.  I ain’t invitin’ no one
to no roast supper; ain’t telling nobody what
t’do.  I ain’t bent on raising no hell nor got 
my mind on kickin’  up no dust.  I’m just try’n
t’ say that there’s sum plain decency out there
gone missin’ an I think us folks oughta start
standin’ up for what’s right fro’ wrong. Ain’t
talkin’ bout the rules either; jus talkin’ bout
the basic boot straps of how we all’s goin’
bout our business like nobody else matters.
That ain’t doin’ nobody no good no more, maybe
we oughta stop ’n learn take care of eachotha.
Sure not the fashion t’do that kind of thing 
these days but I reckon’ somebody gotta
begin.  So when ya see some feller walkin’
down the street carry’n a heavy load give’im
a hand an’ a shoulder to lean on ‘cus he’s 
your brother.  An’ when y’all see some ol’
lady too proud to bother no one with nothin’
you just get right down there an’ press yer
ear up’n to her soul an’ listen good ‘cus she
might got sumfin’ to tell ya ‘bout livin’ an’ how
to treat folks like they be yer own kin. Never
hurt nobody jus’ t’stop an’ think a bit; sort out
the important words from what ain’t important.
We all gonna perish one day, best to learn how’t
do it right; ain’t hard when ya think ‘bout it, git it?

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