A Rapper Visits the Dead Sea

You can't help but float in the dead sea
You can’t help but float in the dead sea

Girl, you got it goin’ on,
With yo azure waves and sun so bright,
I wanna chill with you. It seems so right
That Imma give up reading the Scrolls of Qumran

To splash with you, baby, you hot little ho.
Let me shimmy in your depths and play with all yo fish.Damn, girl!
Those rocks are hard, they hurt my toes.
You’re hurting me, you bitch!

Now I’m in the water, this is good.
Yo, what’s with all this salt?
It burns my eyes and hurts my sores—you’re ruining the mood.
Wo, now I’m floating against my will. You’ve screwed with my gestalt.

F____ this _____, I’m getting out.
Girl, you bust my chops.
Even the fish can’t take your crap; that’s why they’ve gone, no doubt.
I’m leaving you, going back to the hood. I’d rather wrestle with the cops.


Dead Sea Mud Therapy
Dead Sea Mud Therapy

Author: DebraB

I am a Professor of English at Concordia University-St. Paul. I have a Ph.D. from the University of Wisconsin-Madison. My research interests include American literature, contemporary literature, Middle Eastern literature, African literature and feminist theory.

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