“I am uncomfortable wearing Ancient Egyptian attire.”
I was able successfully to infiltrate ancient Egypt by identifying as a scarab and chanting from the Book of the Dead with a kickass singing voice.
Guess I’m a buggy-wuggy mummy crooner.
And a boomer.
But not a Karen.
So I’m sharin’…my ancient nation declaration,
if only I could
talk like an egyptian.
Akhenaten
rotten, sotten, misbegotten
murdered lotta gods and got forgotten.
Not-ten.
Dig it.
The trouble with jazzin’ on lovers of Ra
is they’re kinda square,
or pyramidal, baby!
Maybe they’re more suited for Rock.
They had lotsa those and they liked to stack ’em.
Highly.
Nefertiti
quite the sweety,
had a nice butt and birthed l’il Tut.
Smutty.
That’s quite enough already.
