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Rhythm and Prose: Poe

(Prompt: Ulraviolet by ~MythNymph, via A Writer's Inspiration. I had a moment of existential disgust after watching the worse section of the fandomverse drool over questions of rape and 'eventual' consent. So I worked out my still-not-published-author issues in the usual way...)

With a flicker of her eyelashes, the lights went low. With a tapping of her fingertip, the box started to blow. She loved the way their scintillating eyes drew in the elevating amplifiers waiting in the wings for her to go.

And so... she it flow.

A word, a rhythm and a beat manifest, hit their chests like a bullet and nobody bought a vest. In come lyrics, a message wrapped in narrative and metaphor, her heart and soul erected into rhyme.

Over time, she sets the record straight, she puts her sorrow on the screen and digitized sensations into syncopated screams. She redefines her time of tragedy and cuts it into dreams. She checks her baggage with her luggage, making music with a theme.

But here's the scene.

In the back or at the bottom of the pack, there's a buster, breathing heavy, getting worked up on her raps. Where she sings sorrows of abuses, he gets flickers on his fuses. It infuses him with feelings contradicting all of that.

And in his mind? His way is fact.

Well, look at that. People are crap.

But did she stop her movement methods? Did she recoil from him in shame? Did she feel sick at the sensation of his eyes upon her frame? Of course it bugged her as he body-mugged her, drooling at her style, but all the while, she kept the rhythm rocking, locked in on her music files.

He doesn't own her fucking music. Or her body. Or her fuses. She made lyrics for the needy. She made beauty with her muses. And in the end, it's us who chooses if we hear her or his lies. She'd made her palace from her burning truth. Will you open your eyes?

She welcomes you. So come on through.

It's just the haters we despise.

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Clutching The Wind

I'm letting go  
Of everything
I know

For when the wind
Starts to blow
I don't know
Which way I'll go

I'm letting go
Of everyone
I know

For the wind
Is starting to blow
And I still don't know
Which way I'll go

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Burgerlicious

Vier, drei, zwei, eins

Burgerlicious definition make them cows go loco 
On winter days the udders that I’m milkin’ squirt hot cocoa
You can’t see me, you can squeeze me, 
I am cheesy, I am sleazy 
I got reasons why I freeze ‘em 
Milkshakes come and go like seasons
Burgerlicious (So delicious)
And I am carnivorous 
And if you was nutritious 
All that dumb shit’s like a fetus
I blow beefy kisses (Mwah) 
That puts them boys on chickin’ stock 
And they be linin’ down the block
Just to listen to some Bach

So delicious (It’s hot, hot) 
So delicious (I put them boys on chickin’ stock) 
So delicious (They want a taste of what I got) 
I’m Burgerlicious (T-t-tasty, tasty)


Burgerlicious def-

Burgerlicious def-

Burgerlicious def- def-def-def-def-def-def-def-def-def-


Burgerlicous definition 
Make them cows go crazy 
They always claim they made me 
Comin’ to me call me Bessie 
I’m the B to the U, R, G, the I, the E 
And can’t no other Burglar rob the town like me
I’m Burgerlicious (So delicious)
My buns are stayin’ vicious 
I be up in the john 
Just workin’ on my shitness
He’s my witness (Peee UUU) 
I put yo’ boy on chickin’ stock
And he be linin’ down the block
Just to listen to some Bach


So delicious (It’s hot, hot)
So delicious (I put them boys on chickin’ stock) 
So delicious (They want a taste of what I got) 
I’m Burgerlicious


Hold hold hold hold hold up, check it out


Baby, baby, back rib 
If you really want me 
Honey, put your bib on
Maybe shake your bon bon
Or my tasty, tasty 
English Muffin doused in Spam
It’s so tasty, tasty 
It’ll make you pasty


S, to the M, to the E-L-L-Y, boy you smelly 
S, to the M, to the E-L-L-Y, boy you smelly 
B, to the U, to the R-G-E-R-O-U-S 
To the B, to the U, to the, to the, to the


Hit it Burgie!

All the time I turn around Burgers gather round 
Always cookin’ for that dumbass clown, cookin’ for that (Ugh) 
I just wanna say it now
I ain’t tryin’ to eat ‘chu 
Fuck it Little nugget 
I don’t wanna take your ham
And I know I’m comin’ off just a little constipated
And I keep on repeatin’ how the stomach gets inflated
But I’m tryin’ to tell, that I can’t be treated like Taco Bell
‘Cause they say she delicious (So delicious)


But I am carnivorous 
And if you was nutritious
All that dumb shit’s like a fetus
I blow beefy kisses (Mwah) 
That puts them boys on chickin’ stock
And they be linin’ down the block
Just to listen to some Bach 
My buns are stayin’ vicious 
I be up on the john 
Just workin’ on my shitness
He’s my witness (Pee UUU)
I put yo’ boy on chickin’ stock
And he be linin’ down the block 
Just to listen to some Bach

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Polythene Ham

Well you should see Polythene Ham
It’s so good-looking when it’s smothered in jam
Well you should try it in gravy it’ll drive your taste buds crazy
Yes you should see Polythene Ham
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Get a dose of it in slices and strips
It sizzle-frizzles when it’s juicy it drips
Well it’s the kind of ham that makes the “News of the Pan”
Yes you could say it tastes the best served with chips
Yeah, yeah, yeah