The egg sails vertiginously along the floor like a scrambled cat flap
It’s a flan, too embarrassed to admit it’s only half-made
It’s an egg, but it’s a special egg
Imbued with the powers of the theoretical, it’s the egg you want.
President Egg.
An egg, not just for now, but for sometime later as well.
An egg, that beneath it’s potentially crunchy shell
Is hiding… something…
It’s the egg that sleeps with your wife
It’s the egg that lives in your wife
It’s your child, and it’s sleeping with your wife!
It’s the best egg you’ve ever known
And I made it for you.
I made you, an egg.
