The Sun
The Sun is so freaking big.
All the other planets can fit into 1% of its mass.
Can you imagine something so big…?
I didn’t think so.
My friends, big is big and little is little.
We are all little and the Sun is big.
When the Sun decides to fart we will
all be crispy critters; so let me tell you, my friends:
when you wake up in the morning and you
see the sun, say glory be to you, my amazing
fire-breathing dragon friend.
You, my sun, are the big boss.
I bow to you, King Sun.
You give all that is to be given,
and all the rest is like an ant on top
of an elephant climbing up Mount Everest
and all this is like a pimple on your ass.
Yeah, the real big boss… the big swinging dick.
And we all ought to be prayerful fuckers and
thank the big boss Sun. That’s right.
© 2007 by Michael Domino
