Blasé, 2018

Blasé, ain’t you daddy? 
You, who shot your sperm into me 
But you never set me free 
This ain’t a hate thing 
It’s a love thing 
If lovers ever really love that way 
The way they, say 
I give you a loaf of sugar 
You tilt my womb, ’till it runs 
All of Ethiopia awaits you 
My prodigal son 
Blasé, ain’t you big daddy? 
But mama loves you 
She, always has 

Blasé, ain’t you big daddy? 
You, who shot your sperm into me 
But never, set me free 
This ain’t a hate thing 
It’s a love thing 
If lovers ever really love that way 
The way they say 
I give you a loaf of sugar 
And you tilt my womb, ’till it runs 
All of Ethiopia awaits you 
My prodigal son 
Blasé, ain’t you big daddy? 
But mama loves you 
She always has 

Archie Shepp