9/29/1969

FOIBLES TO ADE PEOPLE: L1

One day in Municipal Court the Judge looked down

over his Bench an there was a Liddle Old Lady in a wheelchair

with a big old Bandage around her headbone an a

sling on her Arm an a Trained Nurse standin by holdin

plasma which was flowin into her other Arm and the

Judge says like this My goodness madam whatever Happened

to you? An a Cop standin by says Judge this is

the way it happened an the Judge says shut up son i ast

this Lady here an i will Talk to you Later.

So the liddle ol lady says Judge we citizens really

need protection from Riff and Raff these days why the

'"Streets ain’t safe for Decent People no more an the Judge

says well yes i hev heard Somethin like That but i am sure

that our Noble Bluecoats are doin the Best they can an

the Lady says well Maybe so but when a Honest liddle

ol Lady like I cant roll the streets in her Wheelchair without

bein set upon by Hoodlums why something must be

Did an the Judge says kindly-like well How did it Happen? , .

Well says the Liddle ol Lady i was rollin down the

sidewalk at Fourteenth an Peachtree the Other day (Oh

wow says the Judge that is a bad Neighborhood; you are

Tellin me says the lady with the Bandages) an i was On

my Way to the store for my Bosco when a Feller comes

'up to Me an says Hey liddle ol lady in a power wheelchair,

how about I turn you on? an I says I am runnin

priddy good up to now, thank you, but if I feel like I

am shuttin off 1 will contact you, son (an the Judge says

So it was the Dope Pushers what jumped on you an Beated

you up about the Head an Shoulders an rendered you

into a Hospital Case; i always Knew them Potblowers

an morninggloryseedchewers an Opium Smokers was up

to No Good: an the ol lady says No it was not this

Young Gentleman at all, let me Tell you: an the Judge

says Excuse Me, go on with your Story) so she goes on:

So i Roll down the Street a Liddle Ways an here

Comes a young man with Long Hair an a Beard an purple Fingernails

an he is Sellin Papers an he says like this:

Bird, lady? an I say I hev a parakeet but he says Nasty

Words an i am Thinkin of Gettin Rid of Him an the young

man says Ha Ha well I guess you do not want this Bird

Either because sometimes it does too an I say oh really

well Maybe I will take it because it Might keep my parakeet

company an Besides it is funny to wake up at Night

an hear the Liddle Dear goin kahkah to His self (an the

Judge sed so it was the Pornography Merchants what did

you in; I always figured they Read they Own stuff an

get all charged Up an go roarin out into the Public Thoroughfares

intent on Rapin the first Passerby: it must hev been Awful for you;

no such Luck says the Liddle 01 Lady an if you will

jus Hush your Mouth i will tell you how it Happened.)

Priddy soon, she says, I begin to near music in the

Direction of the Park an so I roll on over in that Direction;

i am really enjoy in the Music when i get there because

see I am deaf an it has been a long Time since I hev

been where there is Music i can hear; though to Tell you

the Truth some thin is goin wrong with my Glasses an all

I can see is spots in front of my eyes an Funny Colors

an like That (an so, sez the Judge, a bunch of Rock-crazed

hippys run amok an stomped you into the Piedmont

Sod; no says the Lady, let me tell you)

Well she says 1 was listenin to the Music an watchin

the kids dance, an somebody was Burnin somethin

that made a Awful priddy smell an 1 was breathin deep

an jus bein out in Nature like that made me feel Real

Good; when all of a Sudden i was somehow just Overcome

with Emotion an begun to Cry. An i noticed that

Several Young People aroun me was beginnin to Cry too

an 1 thought how Nice that was an how nex time I came

I wood bring a book an read them some of the Poems of

Elizabeth Barrett Browning; an priddy soon Everybody

was Cryin an boohooin an blubberin an I took off my

glasses an dropped them an Then i was in Bad Shape because

I couldnt see nothin: but through the smoke an

haze i did see a Blue Uniform an i rolled over that Way

an said like this Officer could you help me Find my

Glasses'.'

An he said like this Oh Wise Guy Eh an the first

thing I know I wake up in jail an it turns out I have a

busted head an nineteen Stitches an a creased clavicle

an a bunch of Charges filed against me, namely usin dope

resistin arrest, assaultin a officer, wisein off to a Bluecoat,

an Leavin the Scene of a Accident. An i think, the

lady winds up, that somebody is goin aroun in the Uniform

of the Atlanta Police Department an doin all kinds

of bad Numbers on People; an that if the ciddy dont

want to Lose its Good Name, they Better do somethin

about it.

Moral: Violence is Addictive: an the innocent Policeman

who starts out with a Liddle Harmless drunk-beatin or

hippy-roustin or n_gger-sluggin may eventually

Fall into Bad Habits.

-og, king ofbashan-