After reading 'The Confederacy of Dunces' (Pulitzer Novel of 1983? set in New Orleans.) , these words ring true. I lived in New Orleans for 10 years..... <br />----------... <br /> <br />Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints? <br />Who dat? Who dat? <br />Who dat clown wid da big, flat feet? <br />You know. You know. <br />Sometimes be yo neighbor, <br />Sometimes be yo frien... <br />Nevah yo enemy... <br /> <br />But, when dem shutters close at night, <br />Don be a'walkin dem sidewalks. <br />Nevah dat alley bee-tween houses. <br />Don be a'lookin out yo window, ether. <br /> <br />The knife will always stab yo back... <br />Never yo front... <br />Why is dat? <br />Why is dat?<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dunces-in-a-confederacy/
