I have seventeen men
In my family
Named Gabriel
Cousins, uncles
A few nephews
Three of my brothers
All Gabriel
So when I get a package in the mail
Filled with money
From someone named Gabriel
I think--
Wonderful
Now I have to make phone calls
To seventeen people
And see who sent this to me
So I can give it back to them
I don't want money
Money brings trouble
From the day I set foot in this country
I've been around people with money
And let me tell you something
They're horrible
I worked for a rich family
Named the Tenders
Who owned a restaurant downtown
I couldn't even afford to eat in
Their daughter used to throw things at my head
It was like working for one of those pitching machines
I didn't want to be a pitching machine
So I was going to send that money back
But by the time I got to my third cousin Gabriel
I was tired
And I was worried about how much money I was spending
On long distance phone calls
As I hung up the phone
A bolt of lightning came down
And struck a tree
Right outside my window
God as witness, it did
That was how I knew I should keep the money
But what was I going to do with it?
I don't need anything
I'd like things
But I don't need things
And wanting things I don't need
And buying them
Just because I want to
Would feel so...
American
I felt I should do something
Important with the money
Give back to the community
So...
I hired a maid
Her name is Lola
And she is by far
The worst maid
I have ever seen
Nothing is cleaned
Nothing is dusted
Nothing is washed
I would come home from cleaning the houses
And my house would be a mess
And there Lola would be
Sitting on my couch
Complaining that her 'visitor was in town'
I told her that any girl who gets her 'visitor' that much
Should think about going to church more often
After two months of not cleaning
Lola stopped leaving to go home
She said her rent wasn't getting paid
'How can your rent not be getting paid,' I asked, 'Don't I pay you well enough?'
'I'm bad with money,' she said
Bad with money
Where I'm from
If you're bad with money
We shoot you
Here it's nothing
Here it's just a way you are
Bad with money
So she moved in
By now I was sick of coming home
To a filthy house
So I had to hire another maid
Lola's sister Markie
I wouldn't have hired her sister
But I figured there had to be at least one good worker
In the family
It turns out Markie can clean
Her problem is
She steals
Don't look so surprised
Everyone knows white people steal
The problem is
I didn't have much to begin with
So Markie had a hard time hiding her stealing
One day I came home and my back door was gone
'Markie,' I said, 'Do you know where the front door is?'
'Ummm,' she said, eating her hair like a goat
If she'd only stolen smaller things
I could have ignored the whole thing
As an act of Christian charity
But I couldn't allow myself to be made a fool of
So I had to let her go
Of course, she still moved in with me
Lola said that her and Markie's mother
Was a nasty woman
And she couldn't let Markie go back and live with her
So I went out and bought bunk beds
For the girls
And this time I hired a butler
In my defense, I didn't know he was their brother
Until halfway through the interview
They told him not to say anything
But then he started eating his hair
And after a few seconds
I recognized the shiftiness in his eyes
And I knew what had happened
Good thing for me he can cook
He can't clean at all
But Markie still does that
As long as I leave a twenty out
For her to steal every few days
She's like a cheetah
A stealing, lying, thieving cheetah
It's her nature
So now I have a house full of employees
A live-in staff
My family back home would be so impressed
Except I'm still living in a bad neighborhood
And yesterday I hired Lola's cousin Joe to be my gardener
And I don't even have a gardener
I just have luck
And I can't have it alone
So now I have a two-bedroom, run-down shack
Two maids, a butler, and a gardener
And tomorrow Lola's mother is stopping by
To say hello
I hear she's an interior decorator
Whoever said money can buy you happiness
Didn't know the half of it
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