From the Burlap Sack Boy
am a very sick boy little boy. My mother is typing this
for me, because I can't. But she is crying. Don't cry mommy.
Mommy is always sad, but she says it's not my fault. I asked
her if it was God's fault, but she didn't answer, and only
started crying harder, so I don't ask her that anymore.
reason she is so sad is that I'm so sick. I was born without
a body. It doesn't hurt, except when I go to sleep. The
doctors gave me an artificial body. My body is burlap bag
filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they
could do on account of us havin' no money. I would like
to have a body transplant, but we need more money. Mommy
doesn't work because she said employers don't hire crying
people. I said "don't cry, mommy" and she hugged my burlap
always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap,
and it chafes her bad. I hope some one will help me. You
can help me if you foward this e-mail. Dr. Johansen said
if you foward this that Bill Gates will team up with AOL
and do a survey with NASA. Then the astronauts will collect
prayers from school children from all over America and take
them up to to space so that the angels can hear them better.
they will go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection
in his church and send the money to the doctors. The doctors
could help me better then. Mabey one day I will be able
to play baseball. Or mabey just use my lungs and heart,
when the doctors make them. The doctors said that every
time you foward this letter, the astronauts can take another
prayer to the angels.
help me. Mommy is sad, and I want a body. I don't wan't
my leaves to rot before I turn 10. If you don't foward this
e-mail, that's o.k. Mommy says that just means you're a
mean heartless son-of-a-bitch who doesn't care about a poor
little boy with only a head. She says that if you don't
stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, that
she hopes you die a slow horrible death so you can burn
in hell. What kind of person are you that you can't take
5 minutes to foward this to all your friends so that they
can feel guilt and shame for the rest of their day, and
then mabye help a poor, bodiless 9-year-old boy?
help me. I try to be happy but it's hard.
wish I had a puppy. I wish I could hold a puppy.
The boy with just a head.
And a burlap sack for a body.