Hey Coppers!
If you go outside & you see a girl with no pussy,
Let me know
Hey Coppers!
If you go outside & you see a girl with no pussy
and you figure out how to finger her,
Let me know
Hey Coppers!
Sometimes it's better to just rub it against the flesh
2 comments:
I've told Rob this in real life, but I want everyone on the internet to know.
The best thing about this poem isn't the mixture of pornography with the vaguely sci-fi image of the girl whose skin is uncut from navel to anus. That's really good, but the best thing about this poem is the way it plays with your assumptions about the speaker's relationship to the internal audience (the coppers). "Hey coppers!" This guy's getting harassed by the law. This guy wants to fuck up some cops -- man, this is going to be one, like, hostile poem. . . But then no. The guy wants to bro down with the coppers, it turns out. To share strategies. "Let me know." It's kind of sweet. I almost wish it were "Would you let me know?", but maybe that'd be less subtle.
I'd also like to note the implied geography. "Outside." Where the hell are they?
I'd also like to note that I first heard this poem when Jake recited it to me, from memory, while we were both on acid.
NB- on the geography.. they are drunk on Xibeca 40s inside an underwear warehouse in the small Catalonian town of Manresa, an hour north of barcelona.
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