My petty heart is full. And now, I will say my Petty Prayer. The PETTY is my shepherd, I shall not want. It makes me lie down in African Mother Land pastures. It leads me beside petty, troubled waters. Yet, it restores my soul. It guides me in the paths of pettiness for the sake of it’s name. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of White America and Mayonnaise, I will fear no racists, for Petty are with me. It’s...
