Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Hip to Your Lips
about the history of fistery and so-called sex liberty
My shell was felled by the smell of pure hell
You told me what ought to be with the lies you taught to me
I walked through your talk of the cocks that you rocked
laughing at my chivalry and the women who'd forgiven me
You hypothisized and mythologized while my eyes apologized
because I was behind the times that bind and finalize
the free radicals acting magical with their Vagisil
while I'm insecure about my pedicure and quite unsure
if I enjoy these orgies before me You may deplore me
for being vanilla but I'm a thrilla not a killa
So sue my monogamy my romantic dreams if my love ain't free
to pass around and put down charge a pound at the lost-n-found
Not trying to hetero-normalize as I philosophize or de-politicize
It's just that I'm hip to partnership and my lips are for your hips alone.
Did you write this?
the fee radicals acting magical with their Vagisil
I'm assuming that "fee" should be "free", but this line almost made me shoot Mountain Dew across the room.
Also, "hetero-normalize" may just be my new favorite word.
TC: not for all the farms in Cuba.
Rayke: yep, I did, and yeah, it should read "free", I'll have to fix that one. hetero-normalize is indeed a handy word, and when you start thinking about it you'll see how often it happens (hetero-normlization) in our media and everyday life. thanks for reading.
I agree, you should read this aloud. You can post your voice on your blog, you know. Gabcast will do it. I've done it. It's fun.
Josie: Gabcast eh? I should try that. Do I need a mic?
Like my Darth Vader impersonation? It should sound great on gabcast.
Seriously, this was a pretty good rap style rhymer. It had a good rhythm and also stopped on just the right note. That last line is killer--there's few other ways of putting it.
and then, in this funny life of mine, i spent today in the santa clause parade acting as a snow linx in a climate change skit. as buck 65 said, wicked and weird.
"In the end I couldn't care less about the response, beacause that's not why I write. I write because it's there in me and I have the ability and I'd likely go mental if I did anything else. I'm not writing a sentence hoping some conservative, petty dickhead sub-contracted by the Globe and Mail is going to get what I'm talking about."
--Joel Thomas Hynes, 31-year-old Newfy writer who just published his second book, 'Right Away Monday'