WRITTEN BY: THE GHOST TARSIER
(Dr. Hook’s Voodoo lady from louisiana)
Marie Laveau, The Fortune-Telling Witch
ML: Hello Al.
AS: How did you know my name?
ML: I am a fortune telling witch, you fool? Did you not read the sign when you entered my shadowy waiting room? Did you not notice my huge array of Black Velvet paintings as they glowed under my black lights? Oh, never mind. Did you pay my clerk for your visit?
AS: Oh yes, of coarse…I wrote her a check.
ML: OH NO! HELL NO! Why would I accept a check from a self-appointed reverend who has not paid his taxes in twenty years?
AS: Should I go and give her my credit card?
ML: No, you shall go and get some cash from that stolen card! You seem to forget that I know all things, past…present and future.
AS: I am back, Marie Laveau. Did Doctor Hook really write a song about you?
ML: That is my personal business. Now move along…what is your question for me?
AS: You may have heard that I am contemplating a divorce?
ML: She has been estranged for 15 years, man. Did you think Cupid would shoot an arrow of love into her heart? It would have rusted by now. You have been very negligent in coming to a fortune teller to predict your future. Why now?
AS: Well, I am a little concerned that the ‘People of Color’ will soon outnumber the Black people and I do not know how I will get my free money in the future.
ML: Well, you actually have no future, Al. You are history. By the way, I see that you are on Facebook and Twitter?
AS: Yes, of coarse.
ML: No need to cancel those accounts. They will cancel you in the very near future. They are only waiting on obama to tell PINO Biden to tear down the wall. PINO Biden hates black people.
AS: How can that be? obama let me stay in the Lincoln bedroom for his entire presidency…I don’t understand.
ML: But PINO Biden did not give you those privileges. Have you forgotten that PINO Biden’s Idol was the KKK Grand Wizard, Robert Byrd? Dr. Jill washed and ironed many white sheets and hoods for Grand Wizard Byrd. Just between us, I think she had a crush on him. When he came to pick up his freshly washed sheets and hoods, as he left, she always hugged him…then winked and said “Bye, Bye Byrdie.”
AS: What should I do now, Marie Laveau?
ML: There is nothing you can do Big Al. You have robbed your trusted following for too many years, you are a thief and a self-appointed reverend….you are simply….
ANOTHER MAN DONE GONE.