The Museum

I am very angry right now, "She" drives me nuts. Anyway, yesterday I took the posse to the Art Museum . We took over the place, we drew, we strutted, a few times we were even frightened. An old guy yelled at us for sitting on the exhibits while we made our fantastic drawings, I gave him the, "HELLO!, I'm the D.O.M!" look, and he went and got us some benches. It took him a while because he was about a million years old. He came back with the benches and gave me the, "HELLO, I stormed the beaches of Normandy you sissy", look. Then he said to me (in his mind) "Now use the benches before I mop the floor with you". Then I snapped back (in my mind)"Lets go kids, Daddy hates the museum". But outwardly we just kept on drawing. As the old man was walking away, I said to him (in my mind) "I love you". He turned around and said to me (in his mind) "I know ya do kid, I know ya do". Then he was gone.