Racial Slur Cookie Jar

Quentin Tarantino really,

really wanted to drop some N-bombs,

so he wrote himself into Pulp Fiction

with that scene in the front yard.

Did he feel naughty?  Not only for getting caught

with his hand in the racial slur cookie jar

but also for inviting his audience to watch?

Not only in Pulp Fiction

but also in Django Unchained.

Did Tarantino think the N-bomb

would release him from some sort of verbal prison

where all words were available to him

besides the one he actually wanted to say?

Were those two syllables his forbidden fruit?

Do we forgive him and condone his behavior

every time we watch one of his movies?

If we watch enough Tarantino movies,

will we, too, morph into a repulsive douchebag

whose main cultural currency is shock value

mixed with amnesia?

Maybe Tarantino thought it was like Candyman. 

If he said it in front of a mirror

three times in a row, Louis CK would appear

and teach him how to sell exclusive content

directly through his website, but Tarantino

would’ve garnished enough secondary street cred

through Samuel L Jackson that his platform

wouldn’t be snatched away, and twenty years later ,

he and Leonardo DiCaprio would go ice fishing

for eight months for a film where the main character

was a really scary bear who definitely did not say the N-word

but thought about it because Tarantino’s vibe

was starting to rub off.