Short Story: Crocodile Diaries

Short Story: Crocodile Diaries

Them stupid dum’ass humans don’ even know I’m in he’a. Them stupid New Yorke’s. I be swimmin’ all day, doin’ mah thang, and they don’ even be noticin’ mah old self swimmin’ around deep low.

‘Cause I be sneaky, and I be good at ‘t.

Them skinny-bitch models gonn’ be walkin’ their skyscrape’a heels all day long, ticketta ticketta tick, chattin’ thei’ funky lil’ mouths on them stupid Blackberries all day long.

An’ they don’ be noticin’ me ‘cause I be sneaky.

I be lissen’n’ to some 50 Cent jammin’ out’va car somewhe’a deown low, and I be jammin’ underwater.

Them stupid New Yorke’s don’ even know they got a old-school crocodile from da Bronx jammin’ underwater.

Central Park. Peace out.