Tithe

Thank you you’re welcome I know what to do. One pail of bath water to see me through, one ganta of rice. Who made up that saying about beggars and how they have no business or choice? But you come to me wanting to know if I know where to get you the part that your vehicle needs, if I’d know where to get someone who’ll come clean your house wash your clothes eat your table scraps say please excuse me so sorry no problem at all and won’t murder you in your sleep. Yes my people have industry, my people have thrift. They’ve saved every caption, every lie, every fib. You hold forth at table with your bible or ledger, a scale in one hand, your dick in the other, correcting my grammar and adding up sums. How do I measure, sir? How do I do? Oh the knowledges I have mastered because of you.