Monday, June 1, 2015

Cultural Foundation of Geniuses

"Your Excellency, would you tell me again your most high title?"
"I represent those most high practicing our tradition of deceit, so you must swear to never repeat it except to someone raised on the glories of deceit or they ears will pop off."
"Your Excellency, you are most honored in my swearing to mention it only in the piece I'm writing of you."
"Obviously, you, too, is high in the stipulittering of deceit.  My most noble title is The Supreme Vomit Of The Vomit Vomiting Geniuses Of Culture.
"Wow!  Have mercy . . . for short may I call you Supreme Vomit?"
"As we deal in deceit, I'd be honored."

"Supreme Vomit, how long has this vomit been going on, and may I sometimes -- for variety -- substitute 'puke' for vomit?' "
"Our vomit has existed from the beginning of time -- in fact, we invented time -- and you can use 'puke' in a sentence such as 'This vomit puked up our holy foundation of itinerant, stipulittering preachers.'  We brought it to this planet Earth from the dark side of the moon."
"Why, Supreme Vomit, did we come here from the moon?"
"Because these other people called races, part of our loving, deceitful tribe, rebelled against our vomiting and we created this planet called Earth and brought them here.  But they being hard-headed and ungrateful wretches wanted to rule us and we had to put our deceit in action.  We built these pyramids in Afrika and told these wretches that we built them to worship our Moon.  But they was our hideouts where we was building space ships to git us back to the moon.  Oh, we is so intelligent.

"People don't realize that our latest generation wearing they britches below they stink booties, and these loud-mouth girls -- baby-gushing out of wedlock -- and 'high-class' commencement pukers whining and agitating like 'low-class' community agitators at school graduating classes 'bout the same ol' puke of our suffering from our days of capture in the pyramides hundreds of years ago is but to disguise our genius.

"Our po' innocent people -- the moon be my witness -- ain never stole nuthin, ain never resisted arrest or tried to prevent a policeman from arresting a hoodlum; 'do not snitch, do not give policemen information on law-breakers' ain never been on signs and T-shirts in our communities; we ain never marched through the streets shoutin, 'kill the police!'  We ain never cowardly shot a policeman; there ain never been any such thang as a black criminal; they jes jailing po' innocent, wonderful, God-fearing black men for nuthin.

"Out of one side of our mouth the people is brilliantly vomiting, 'Oh, these racist police is jes killing innocent unarmed black men and children' and out of the other side of the mouth we is puking, 'Oh, our neighborhoods is so filled with violence of black men and boys killing black men, women and babies that we is scared to go out of our houses to church -- and we got two and three churches on the same street, even using living-rooms and garages for churches -- and ain learning nuthin, jes so happy jumping over benches, clapping, squeezing our eyes close and howling like we seeing a cotton sack floating down from the sky.

"Oh, we is so intelligent, jes murdering each other 'cause we is bored wit' our genius.  Please sho-nuff record this for history."

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