My hair is a mess.

It's because of the humidity.
Dampness in the air
always sends my hair
right back to the motherland.

This is just another way
that God chooses
to punish black women.

Now, I'm not whining;
I'm certain he's punishing you, too.

He's punishing all of us
in various ways:

frizzy hair
acne
hurricanes
AIDS
excess belly fat
impotence
cancer.

The list goes on ad infinitem.

He's punishing us all
because
he just can't get any rest
what with worrying about

who you'll vote for on election day
and
whether you read the Da Vinci Code
and
whether you went to confession last week
and
whether you took His name in vain
and
who's marrying who
and
who should win the Oscar / Grammy / Super Bowl
and
who'll be the next American Idol.

I guess I might be kind of cranky, too,
in His position.

Anyway,
the point is
that I'm having a bad hair day

and it's probably because of gay marriage
and the liberal media
and stem cell research

and I have a really important date tonight

so if we could all just work together
and find some way to appease Him

then maybe,
just maybe

I could get laid.

05/10/2010

Posted on 05/11/2010
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