Crook Man

Look man. I didn't tell you to take my book man. I knew you were a crazy, but I didn't know you were a crook man. I see you picking daisies... but that's my garden! You shouldn't pick daises if you don't farm them.

I tell you straight like it is.

It's not okay. You should be ashamed like your kids: who turned my outhouse in, and borrowed my dog, and then I find him in the Burroughs all sorrowful and lost in the fog.

Look man, I didn't let you take my book man. You took it behind my back when we shook hands, when I wasn't even looking. That's no good man.

So you can be a criminal, but you can still do good man. But look man, I guess you're just a crook. Man look! All I want back is my book.