This woman spouts gibberish and claims it’s poetry.
Maya Angelou Endorses Butterfingers
Maya Angelou.....David Alan Grier
Announcer: And now, Maya Angelou... for “Butterfingers”.
Maya Angelou: The wind. The rain. The fire.
The Butterfinger.
Did the Caveman know your delicious goodness?
Did the Mayan Priest exhalt in your buttery crunchiness?
Did the slothful Mastodon, upon his extinction, declare,
“Don’t lay a finger on my Butterfinger?”
Oh, you finger of butter!
You proud confection!
Sugar brown roasted peanuts,
fructose, glucose, sucrose, lactose,
partially hydrogenated palm kernel oil.
Crispity, crunchity, peanut buttery—
I... give... myself... to... you.
Butterfinger.
Glad mantle of golden chocolaty hope upon my breast.
(Smile)
18 Million “scratches”? I can just hear the screech of the nails on the glass. YUK!
LOL, I thought it was just because I wasn’t enlightened that I didn’t “get” her poetry.