Behind the Pyramid With Ra and Nut
Let’s just call each other Ra and Nut ok?
No need to be formal here behind the pyramid.
I tell you, Nut, I don’t mind having the job as top god in Egypt.
After all it’s better than being rain-god in this desert.
But those hieroglyphic guys spoil it all. I just don’t get no respect.
Tell me about it , Ra, they rain on my parade too
Like, I’m supposed to be in charge of the sun, right?
(In Egypt that’s an easy job). And I kinda like you as my granddaughter, Nut
(no disrespect, but you really are a nut).
Man, this body-of-a-human-and-head-of-a-falcon crap has
Slowed me down. I can’t fly - body’s too heavy, not aerodynamic as they say;
I can’t ogle the ladies - those falcon eyes are too unfriendly. . . . .
Hey fella, that beak kinda suits you. . . . bet you can crack peanuts dead easy, right?
Don’t interrupt the sun god ok? So I married Ratet and we had a daughter Hathor,
And you, Nut, are a descendant through Hathor.
By the way, it’s no wonder they call you Nut - with all that incest.
Can I get a word in edgeways Ra?. . . . . . . . Yeah, I got given the craziest name -
A boy named Sue? - Ok; but a girl named Nut?! I guess my god-job is ok
(I’m in charge of resurrection and rebirth – and that’s a job for life.)
(Oh c’mon. . . . . Joke there, Ra baby, chill out man.) So I married
My brother Geb ( almost as bad as marrying your dad. . . .don’t get me started)
But Ra you’re right, the hiero-guys spoil it. They draw me with blue skin,
with the body of a woman and the head of a cow. I mean. . . . a freakin cow!
I’ve seen those drawings, I thought they were an improvement on reality.
Like, who can read a line which goes “cat man meets dog-bird and wheat-and-corns
him along the road to a lion-ship in water with a blue starry cow?
Those hiero-guys should’ve been sacked long ago.
(They say the Greeks have sacked their hieros, and use alphabets).
Sounds good, Nut (excuse me smirking when I use your name).
And what the hell does ”falcon-head guy ogles red-sheep flower-girl” suggest,
Especially if she is “flying her chariot with two giant fish” at the same time?
No, I reckon those hiero-guys have gotta go. Get me the phone number of those
Greek alphabet geezers, will you, Nut (smirk again). . . . . . No respect. . . . . .
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