It doesn't matter what his name is.
Let's say that John is a good name for Africans.
John the Baptist?
Death?
Decapitation, that's right.
His father was a goat herder, he told me.
'We owned a male.'
I bet you fucked it.
'It's how young boys break their cherry.'
And then he jumped into the UN system.
Africans don't like hard work.
Seen it with my own eyes.
They prefer to fuck with their long dicks.
White women fall for them.
'And we fuck more than one white woman.'
He said one goat good, but three or more even better.
In his little pea brain, he thought he was royalty.
He even wore a cheetah patterned pajamas as a boy.
'I watched America, with Eddie Murphy, and thought, why not Australia.'
Every village says the same, UNHCR, pay a fee, get a back story, and relocate to the land of white chicks and honey, slang for social security for life.
'Don't forget,' said Johnny's momma, 'black is beautiful and a protection charm against the whites. They will go to jail if they call you a nigger, but if we call them white offal in Swahili, they won't even know.'
'Like fuck,' said Max, ' I learned Swahili in Langley, a language that has only once tense, which explains how backward the fuckers are.'
