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letra de the poet is rapist - cecil otter

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[spoken]
this is a poem celebrating the realization that poems aren’t gonna change anything
i’m still writing anyways, but they ain’t gonna change this mean, crazy, f-cked up and down world of sh-t and more sh-t

now, on the brighter side of the landscape;
we have of course the prospect that this poem will become an active member of the curriculum of eighth grade english cl-sses
and when the teach’ says my name, everyone will smile real pretty
and say that i was a good guy

man, i could change this world if these -ssholes gave me the chance
every thing starts out small, see, but i ain’t gonna stay small
like, if you’re reading this here piece of sh-t now
i’m making progress, ain’t i?

and even if you decide to wipe your -ss with this work of art, man
i’m glad to be of service
that’s why i’m here

look, the poet uses words like you use spit, or vaseline, or crisco
so i rub these words on a page and you slowly take them in
it’s quite literally getting f-cked by letters
the vowels, and the smaller shafted consonants are fairly easy to take
even for the more tight–ssed amongst you
while other, bigger, wider consonants
require in some cases, the use of drugs and poppers

feelin’ it inside yet? huh?
this hot, wet, sloppy, slimy, sc-mmy, suck-able poem
slipped into a prophylactic, with a french tickler made of razor blades, bein’ jammed up your -sshole

and you stop fighting it, and we’re almost enjoying it
until this mad-man decided to p-ss up your -ss
and you began to taste it, and it came out your mouth
and then he started kissin’ you, settin’ up a cycle
to keep it flowing, for ever, and ever, and ever, and ever

the poet, f-cking the reader
the poet p-ssing in the reader’s mouth
kissin’ and drinking his own words
he gets more turned, and you get harder
and the scene gets wilder, for those still h-rny for more

the poet is rapist
looking to get into something, we’ll hurt you if necessary
so just co-operate and you’ll be better off

i want you to look at this f-ckin’ poem
look at it, look at it again real long, huh?
now, go ahead and relax and see how easy it is the second time
go ahead, good, good

i told ya, i’m glad to be of service

[instrumental]

and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever
and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever
and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever
and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever

good, good
i told ya, i’m glad to be of service-ce-ce

- cecil otter

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