I used to call her from all over…..Iowa….Vermont….New York….couldn’t get a signal in Canada….

she was always askin’ for money, We sure are broke….Boy….we sure could use a windfall,the old woman said time after time after time….

so money was given….a hundred….two hundred…..leaving me with just enough….

and she wasn’t the only one….gave money to an old friend who kept askin’….I thought to myself while wiring…this is what Catholics do…

never asked for money back….sometimes payments were made….just to turn around an’ loan it to them again and again and again….

she was addicted to money….couldn’t get enough of it….he smoked rocks….drank cheap beer….both were afraid of bein’ alone….always afraid of bein’ alone….

aren’t we all..