Preachin’ To The Choir

Joey can’t figure out the fourth grade girls. He says, “they run from me like I’m a zombie, walkin’ dead. They tell me I’m stupid and I’m not good at goalie when we play soccer.”

I say, “When I see them. They’re always laughin’ at your jokes.”

“That’s just coz you’re there. Girls always act different in front of grown ups.” 

“Yeah, that’s one lesson it takes some boys forever to learn.”

Joey nods his head and says, “Amen, brother.”

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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One Response to Preachin’ To The Choir

  1. elvagreen123 says:

    Joey is cool. Will you continue to post here?

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