Green Pint

The yellow-green eyes of god?

Can anyone tell me where I can print the politically correct version of "The Green Eye of God Yellow "I remember seeing people recite this monologue to be interrupted by another artist who says" I say, you can not say it is politically correct "and then the line break as the 1st line interpreter struggles to complete the original version. I would say it's poems in our city pints day next year. Please help! I know how the monologue, it is necessary that the politically correct version.

Is is what you were looking for? The yellow-green eyes of God, J. Milton Hayes is a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Kathmandu, is a little marble cross below the town, there a woman with a broken heart tends the grave of Mad Carew, yellow and God always looks down. He was known as "Mad Carew" submarines in Kathmandu was hotter than he is inclined to say, but for all his mad pranks, who was worshiped in the ranks, and the Colonel's daughter smiled too. He had loved since the beginning, with a strong passion, the fact that she loved was evident to all. It was nearly twenty-one and arrangements had began to celebrate his birthday with a balloon. He wrote to ask what gift you would like from Mad Carew, met the next day, a team from him, and he joked that nothing else would do, but the green eye of the Little Yellow God. On the night before the dance, Mad Carew seemed in a trance, and joked as he tugged at their cigars: But for once, not a smile, and left alone for a while, then she went out into the night under the stars. He returned before dawn shirt and tunic torn, and wound his temple dripping red, was corrected immediately, and he slept all day, and Colonel's daughter watched beside his bed. He finally woke up and asked if they could send through your coat, took and thanked him with a gesture, he ordered the search pocket saying "It's Mad Carew," And he found the green eye of the gods. She upbraided poor Carew in the way women, although both eyes were strangely hot and humid, but not take the stone and Mad Carew was left alone with the jewel that had happened to his life to achieve. When the ball is at its height, what is left and tropical night, she thought of him and ran to his room, he crossed the parade ground could hear the dreamy air of a gentle waltz melody fly thro 'the dark. The door was open, with the moon shining through the silver, the place was damp and trampled slipp'ry where a knife was buried horrible inside Mad Carew was the vengeance of God Yellow. "There is a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Kathmandu, is a little marble cross below the town, there is a woman at heart Broken tends the grave of Mad Carew and the yellow god, always looking down.