No Other Gods Before Me

This poem was written for Adam Rostoker, a brilliant witty pagan novelist and songwriter who I felt needed a challenge from the archetypes to rise to greatness. He didn't have time to do that, and was murdered a few years later. He loved both adventure and music; this rap is for him.

Hey white boy! I'm talkin to you!
They say you name be Adam so you must be a Jew
And only got one God, you po little suckah
So listen up now you honky motherfuckah.

I'm talking bout you and talkin bout yo mama
I'm the all-time Olympian poppa slamjamma
All the classic archetypes belong to me
Fore we moved uptown cross the wine-dark sea.

I be Zeus! King of the clan
You talk to me you talkin to The Man
Got gods and goddesses up the yin-yang
Mess wit me you messin wit a gang.

Heard of Ulysses? We run that fool
Though eighteen years of Mystery School.
Orpheus? Got down wit the dead?
Turn that boy into a talkin head.

So listen up homes, it ain't no lie.
Hubris gonna getcha if you fraid to die.
Count no man happy till he be dead
Or I'll lay my thunder longside you head.

They say you fast, say you got wit
Don't come round here wit no Trickster shit!
Say you get down, mess wit the Muses
So lay it on out, don't gimme no excuses.

They say Hermes watchin over you
Orpheus, Apollo, Daedalus too
We all here on Olympus waitin to see
You step up and show us how bad you can be.

So come on, come on, come on, come on!
Come on, come on, come on, come on!