I was born in the Congo.
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
the Sphinx.
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
that only glows every one hundred years falls
into the center giving divine perfect light.
I am bad.
I sat on the throne
drinking nectar with Allah.
I got hot and sent an ice age to Europe
to cool my thrist.
My oldest daughter is Nefertiti
the tears from my birth pains
created the Nile.
I am a beautiful woman.
I gazed on the forest and burned
out the Sahara Desert
with a packet of goat's meat
and a change of clothes.
I cross it in two hours.
I am a gazelle so swift
so swift you can't catch me.
For a birthday present when he was three
I gave my son Hannibal an elephant.
He gave me Rome for Mother's Day.
My strength flows ever on.
My son Noah built a new ark and
I stood proudly at the helm
as we sailed on a soft Summer day.
I turned myself into myself and was
Jesus.
Men intone my loving name.
All praises, All praises
I am the on who would save.
I sowed diamonds in my back yard.
My bowels deliver uranium
the filings from my fingernails are
semi-precious jewels.
On a trip North
I caught a cold and blew
my nose giving oil to the Arab world.
I am so hip even my errors are correct.
I sailed West to reach East and had to round off
the Earth as I went.
The hair from my head thinned and gold was
laid across three continents.
I am so perfect, so divine, so ethereal, so surreal
I cannot be comprehended
expect by my permission.
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