Patricia Barber - Whiteworld/Oedipus
I arrive in the jungle
In my new khaki clothes
Make a splash in a pontoon plane
Bought and paid for by those
Who demand a tally
Of the dark horse  the bad seed
Poking and prodding progenitors
Of respiratory disease are we
Whiteworld
I have institutions in the West
To make institutions in the East
I historically revise
With Deconstructionist ease
To name is to own
To market is to steal
I'm a gangster in a Hummer
& this culture will yield to me
Whiteworld
My policy is straight
My publisher primed
The natives will not
Resist this time
Cause I've got celebrity
I translate  I teach
I give my heart  my soul
My brains  my body  and my
Batteries
Whiteworld
I came on my journey
To a juncture of three roads
Two men in a chariot
Made it impossible to go
I struck the driver
For pushing me aside
The old man struck me back
So that I
Had to kill them all
Whiteworld
I can change water into wine
Solve the riddle for the Sphinx
I like the perfectly primitive
Cause they desperately need
My sovereignty
Over Third World Thebes
I'm a First World Oedipus
And Mother Earth is
Down on her knees
Whiteworld