Cona Adams Poet Dramatic Monologue

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Having fun with colloquialism, Grin.

You Don'T Say

My nose is itchin', company's comin'.
Land sakes alive, as I live and breathe,
haven't seen you in a Coon's age.
Lookin' fat and sassy.

	We're fair to middlin', barely gittin' by.
	Livin' hand t'mouth, kids drivin' us up th'wall.
	Uncle Sam bleedin' us dry. How're y'all farin'?

I'm on the skids, man, boss on my case.
Tossed out on my ear. 

	Ye gads and little fishes.
	Ain't that the way, yah giv'em an  inch, 
	they'll take a mile. You'll wind up 
	with your tail draggin' your tracks out.

	Well, buck up, boy, every cloud has a silver lining.
	Rome wasn't built inna day.
	Don't give up before you start.
	Where there's a will, there's a way.
	Keep your chin up, time heals all wounds.
	Don't sweat it, man, it'll all come out in th' wash.
	In for a penny, in for a pound.
	Put on a happy face, fake it, till you make it.
	Stop monkeyin' around, actions speak louder than words.
	Go out there and knock 'em dead.
	It's every man for himself.
	Let the chips fall where they may.

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