'One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star'- Nietzsche
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Monthly Archives: October 2020

 

Covid Day Women #16 and #20

a nod (and a wink) to Dylan

 

by John Hawkins

 

Well, they’ll stone ya when you’re trying to be so lewd

They’ll stone ya just a-like they said they would

They’ll stone ya when you’re grabbing pussy moan

Then they’ll stone ya when you’re down there all alone

 

But I would not feel so all alone

Pencey, Pompey, pass the friggin bone

 

Well, they’ll stone ya for your Putin horsey porn

They’ll stone ya coz you’re silver spoony born

They’ll stone ya when you’re stompin’ on the law

They’ll stone ya when you calling Liz a squaw

 

But I would not feel so all alone

Amy, Pencey, pass the freakin bone

 

They’ll stone ya when you call Barry’s birth a fable

They’ll stone ya when your hands are under table

They’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to make a buck

They’ll stone ya and then they’ll say, “Fell off the truck”

 

Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone

Barrsy, Amy, pass the bleepin bone

 

Well, they’ll stone ya and say that it’s the end

Then they’ll stone ya and then they’ll come back again

They’ll stone ya when you see your face at Rushmore

They’ll stone ya when you’re eyes go on a tush tour

 

Yes, but I would not feel so all alone

Gina, Barrsy, pass the righteous bone

 

Well, they’ll stone ya when you break it off with Xi

They’ll stone ya when you end Détent-étente-a-tee   

They’ll stone ya and then say that you’re not brave

They’ll stone ya and then they’ll do the Wave

 

But I would not feel so all alone

Betsy, Gina, pass the mother bone

 

Well, they’ll stone ya for fumblin’ the Carona

They’ll stone ya for your integumentary toner

They’ll stone ya coz you don’t think Black Lives Matter

They’ll stone ya when your rich friends eat and scatter

 

Yet I would not feel so all alone

Pencey, Betsy, pass the buzzy bone

 

Well, we’re passing out the pocket Wagner tubas

electric Bob kazoos and German lugers

Democracy’s gone all bunker mental

Cause ‘ceptionalism’s lost its flashy dental

 

I would not feel so all alone

Even Roger Roger must get Stoned

 

Alright!  (begins to fade, like a marching band already passed)