A Song

ladies and gentlemunn, this is dedicated to all you reggae fans and awesome writers out there...
(which basically means language not be jamaican but sing to a reggae beat)

at the end of the day we'll be just fine
when i'll scratch yours and you'll scratch mine!

uh! uh! uh!

we sound like we are a feminine canine
but i scratch yours and you scratch mine!

stories were never really our turf
in free time, we will kill free verse
sugar coated saccharine, our words
we act like we'll win the booker first

bucketful of horse crap, line after line
but i scratch yours and you scratch mine!

oh! oh! oh!

we write literature which is so divine
while i scratch yours and you'll scratch mine!

nothing i ever wrote really made sense
but you had to put in your two cents
you lick my ass, through the day
someday i'm afraid you'll ask me to pay

we write bullshit 'bout lust and wine
but i scratch yours and you scratch mine!

put your hands in the air!

your english exam had a red line
still, i scratch yours and you scratch mine!

no matter how bad we really write
never ever will we have a fight
some people out here, real uncouth
they sometimes dare tell us the truth

who really cares much 'bout those swines!
cause i scratch yours and you scratch mine!

if poetry were physics then i'm einstein
i scratch yours and you scratch mine!

everybody!

i scratch yours and you scratch mine!
i scratch yours and you scratch mine!
i scratch yours and you scratch mine!
i scratch yours and you scratch mine!
i scratch yours and you scratch mine!
i scratch yours and you scratch mine!

[applause, whistles, screams, screeches]
[guitar riff]
[applause, whistles, screams, screeches]

thank you, you lovely people, we love you! mmmwuaahh!

[tosses cap into the audience]
[louder applause, whistles, screams, screeches]