Melting Pot of Spam

America was a melting pot, but what was really fun was where the melting first began, in Mannahattas.

The melting began when some Dutch people had some beads and baubles they, with a transactional mentality, offered these fellers who happened to be happening, on Mannahattas.

Mannahattas, but for what it is worth, Madda Hattas, Mad Hatter.

What we are trying to do here is squeeze some fun, delight, joy, reverence, out of what has been portrayed to us as if spam.

Sexy spam, sexy spasm, sex appeal, to freedom.

Thus to the Statue of Liberty.

Many a school boy, forced to stare at a booook, with a looook, a male gaze, a pale phase, a pale face– the natives of Mannahattas Island had the same reaction to the Dutch faces as Malcolm X would later,

The beautiful woman we know as the Statue of Liberty has a pasty face. She is a pasty-faced white. Why can’t she be given skin which is tan, tan for all seasons? Or, rainbow. Rainbow flow, that is the glow, doncha, cancha, doncha, cancha fee figh fo fum, strum, draped in pink satin taffeta,

Boy, H-E, as she flees 9 East 71st Street, unable to pack a suitcase, or a briefcase, or a zip drive, or a USB attache thingie blak bookie, lookie, peep show hits the decks, the sidewalks of New York, a’ runnin’ boys, a runnin’. H-E, Amazonian, loves a statue of liberty in bright shining armor, amour, but there is no way H-E flees 9 East 71st Street, so close to Central Park, a kiss in the dark, a romance at a male gaze glance,

If the statue of liberty had cut down on calories, read fashion magazines and had her hair done “proper”, (to sell– sex sells), the statue of liberty could have claimed a page, a photo op, next to TIME/LIFE, next to Amazon Prime, TIME/LIFE, and dashing about, took on the look of Sidney Sweeny, Rachel Welsch, Raquel Welch, wine, where the grapes of wrath are tip toe through the tulip,

H-E picks up a bundle, a huggable, a wet whipe, a sweep — stakes —