from a sick contra-lyricist

[billeyler]

"O Holy Dyke Impromptu"

Truly she's sought to slave her femme lipstick.
Her law is lust, and her labia gleam.

Men shall she break for no man is her brother.
And Holly Near says that sexism reeks.

Sweet HERS of praise instead of HYMNS she screeches.
Let's hail the goddess Labia shall rule!

SHE is the queen!
She guardeth us form penis!

OH LABIA FINE!
Oh lips... that men don't seek
OH LABIA FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!

O Dyke Divine!

Comments

[rifesterich.livejournal.com]

If I *ever* in my life have a chance to sing that (wretched) song again, I shall use these lyrics!

I hope it's in a baptist church chock full of junior high students.

FUN! FESTER STYLE!