GOD, MOTHER, AND COUNTRY



I'm a freak.
What kind of freak?
A nasty smell your drawers freak
A freak not afraid to lick your prostate
until you moan in harmony
The Star Spangled Banner.
America is a freak.
He just hides himself behind
peep show glory holes.

I want to be an honest freak
A freak not afraid to tell you
your turds stink
but I like looking at them.
And I'm a thirsty freak--
you drink all the beer you want
I'll drink the Nile that runs out of you.

I'm a freak who likes to stand on street corners
stick my tongue through car doors
and say "I love you" for thirty pieces of silver
then betray you because you expect it.
My treachery makes me more valuable
on the street corner auction blocks.

When I was in prison, I was a freak.
The boys in Cell Block B gave me a choice
they said eat this plate of shit or these razor blades.
What choice does a black man have?
Eat the white man's shit or die by his razor blades.

I'm a freak who stands in mirrors and pretend
I'm Cinderella. But it is the wicked stepmother
who changes my clothes--"Stand there boy in them panties

You see I learned to be a freak at home.
I washed the Statue of Liberty's back
clipped and painted her toenails
rubbed her chest with honey when she had a cold
soothed the nervousness out of her arms.
So how could I not be a freak
when The Statue of Liberty was an enigma?

She promised to nurture me
then denied my manhood--
relegating me to the role
of giving her enemas and dying her hair.


Yes I'm a sissy.
Thank you so very much
and thank the God you serve--
the god you said that said
People like me ought to be killed.

I'm a God loving freak
like God was. Don't buck me.
God had to be a masochistic freak
getting all whipped and nailed
on a cross by those Romans with their big thighs
and short skirts.
And he never uttered a mumbling word
except to say, "I forgive you."
If that ain't a freak, what is?
I wonder if the Statue of Liberty agrees with that
as she dances through Paradise South
dusting tombstones and straightening flags?