My "gig" is to recite spontaneous poetry, accompanied by mandolin and bongos, while girls dance with scarves. Here, let me make one up now, totally extempore.
Ooooh (moan)
woooooooo!
Hugahfuhbuh
hugahfuhbuh hugahfuhbuh
hugahfuhbuh
flap!
Oh u man wit duh big briefs ... case --
think ur so macho but u ain't the shiz!
Bulging in ur pants like that all
beefy
&
bulging
but nobodyz looking at u hot cakes
&
ur money don't make u no man!
Big man! Dat
BULGE
itz in duh back!
uv ur pants!
U carryun a wad all rite ...
of shiz!!!
HUGAHFUHBUH!!! FLAP!!!!!!!!!
Thank you. Thank you very much. I call it Wad Man, no, Wad St. Man -- yeah. To symbolize how phallocentric they are, and how they want us to live in the streets. I think I'll submit it to the New York Review of Book. I was a History of 20th Century English Language Liturature Major, you know, before I dropped out because Major sounds so militaristic and homophobic.
Now I'm getting all these rhymes, like street and sheet, and, um, I forgot.
Oh, another poem:
Occupy Movement!
Occupy ur moment!
Occupy ur moment!
ur street
ur sheet
ur bowel movement
ur toilet moment
ur tp role
ur 1-ply street!
Write on the wall, street!
Right on! Rite on! Write one ply
ply ur trades
all day
triple play
okay no way
in ur tie and ur brief
brief
double cross
case!
Thank you. Thank you very much. That one was in danger of actually becoming good, so I had to stop.
But man that Obama, he was the best prezident ever, but since they're all bad, he's bad. Ironic.
Now excuse me while I shiz.
J
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