I wrote a good omelet…and ate

‘Good night’no matter how young or old you areSome people don’t remember thatlove islistening and laughing and askingquestionsno matter what your ageFew recognize that love iscommitment, responsibilityno fun at allunlessLove isYou and me

the sphinxI designed a pyramid so tough that a starthat only glows every one hundred years fallsinto the center giving divine perfect lightI am badI sat on the thronedrinking nectar with allahI got hot and sent an ice age to europeto cool my thirstMy oldest daughter is nefertitithe tears from my birth painscreated the nileI…

you can eat fresh cornfrom daddy’s gardenand okraand greensand cabbageand lots ofbarbecueand buttermilkand homemade ice-creamat the church picnicand listen togospel musicoutsideat the churchhomecomingand go to the mountains withyour grandmotherand go barefootedand be warmall the timenot only when you go to bedand sleep

you think i’m scaredbut i’m a big girli don’t cry or anythingI have a greatbig bed to roll aroundin and lots of spaceand i don’t dreambad dreams like i usedto have that youwere leaving meanymoreNow that you’re gonei don’t dreamand no matterwhat you thinki’m not lonelysleepingall alone

DeathAnd the word was niggerAnd the word was death to all niggersAnd the word was death to all lifeAnd the word was death to allpeace be stillThe genesis was lifeThe genesis was deathIn the genesis of deathWas the genesis of warbe still peace be stillIn the name of peaceThey waged the warsain’t they got no…

and a million maggots that had made up their brainscrawl from the empty holes and devour the fleshthat covered the evil that passed itself off as a personthat i probably triedto love