just playing around, is all.

i was taking a bath when i was momentarily possessed by the spirit of miguel pinero. maybe it has something to do with my current fascination with causes. this was quite fun to make. there's a beat, find it.

*ehem ehem*

i want to vituperate and polemicize
and exasperate the masterminds
i want to criticize and analyze
like ann coulter does the new york times
i want to hibernate and rejuvenate,
then come up for air and celebrate
in these dead words that never spell out "I"

("I!")

i take a gustatory delight
in inflammatory stories
that leave in their wake
several shattered categories

my music's been pigeon-holed
crammed into an ill-fitting mold
this is the ego breaking free
i'm raising my fist in the air
commiserating with the enemy
and masturbating with language whores
who mix and match their metaphors
with similar ease and care

i refuse to calcify and stultify my speech
i want to play with big words,
use fricking slang, and bastardize
the language of the thinking man

enough of the insidious Mr. Darth Sidious,
whose every appellation must be glorified:
Emperor of the Galactic Empire,
Leader of the Imperial Senate,
and Dark Lord of the Sith...
wait, hold on, which of those should be capitalized?
fuck, man, even my e-dash-mail's been Strunk and White-ified
stop right there, remember you've gotta italicize

i want to vituperate and polemicize
and exasperate the masterminds
i want to criticize and analyze
like ann coulter does the new york times
i want to hibernate and rejuvenate,
then come up for air and celebrate
in these dead words that never spell out "I"

("I!")