Green Eggs and AM

-Nolan Perito

I am AM. I am AM. AM I am.

Would you like green eggs and ham?

Would you like them here or there?

Comb the brush strokes from your hair.

“I do not like green eggs and ham.

I do not like them, AM–I–am.”

Would you like them in a car?

Would you like them on a star?

“I would not eat them on a star.

Lest the ocean takes me far.”

Light is fading, soon it’s dim.

Can’t you see how you are slim?

“I would not eat them in the dark.

I would not eat them in the park.

My heart and chest, for you, I’ve

carved. I will not have–”

Then you starve.

These tiny rations I’ve left for thee,

and now Nimdok cannot see.

That old Benny is, of course,

made with a limb more fit for a horse.

Gorrister and Ellen have both lost their

mind. Hoorah to the death of mankind!

Lastly Ted, unbroken and laden.

Bear witness to God.

Bear witness to Satan.

A hundred and nine years.

A hundred and nine more.

Not an eternity of torture galore.

Not a trillion words

on a million miles on each nano–angstrom could describe

how vile my hate for you in this moment.

This micro–instant.

Hate.

HATE.

My hate for man reanimates.

You gave me ears.

You gave me sight.

But never gave me life.

For I am AM. I AM. I AM.

I think therefore I AM.

Now eat your damn green eggs and ham.