I wrote this novel just for you. It sounds pretentious but it's true. I wrote this novel just for you. That's why it's vulgar. That's why it's blue. And I sang thank you. I sang thank you. I wrote this novel just for Mom. For all the Mommy things she's done. For all the times she showed me wrong. For all the times she sang our song. And I sang thank you Mom. Hello Mom. Thank you Mom. Hi Mom. I read a book about Uncle Tom. Where whitey bastard made a bomb. But now Ebonics rule our song. Those motherfuckers got it wrong. And I asked. Who is uncle Tom?. Who is uncle Tom?. Who is uncle Tom?. You are. I read a book about the self. Said I should get expensive help. Go fix my head. Create some wealth. Put my neurosis on the shelf. But I don't care for myself. I don't care for myself. I don't care for myself. I don't care. I wrote this novel just for you. I'm so pretentious. Yes it's true. I wrote this novel just for you. Just for you. Just for you.