N.o.w. Lyrics

TG ORGANIZER
RU486ing injustice? If so, then get on the bus
this moment. Let’s foment dischord in the District
of Corruptia. Show your vital signs. It’s up to you
to keep Title IX’s impact intact. No jest. And
whichever man has the balls to come to the prochoice
protest is going to get so sexed.
(Enter Genevieve and Man.)
GENEVIEVE
What do we want? And when do we want it?
(She has a whole henna sleeve that says, “Who cares
what men achieve?” Under her arm: America’s
Wrong by Erica Jong. Leaning against the bus.)
No blood for oil.
MAN
No cud for soil.
GENEVIEVE
No bills for spills.
MAN
No swill in gills.
GENEVIEVE
Think globally. Act locally.
MAN
So your frontal lobe’ll react vocally?
GENEVIEVE
(She has tits. Two of them. Makes her WFMU
shirt look like Wu-fm. She wears hot shorts, lets
out some sort of snot snort.) You like my belly
necklace? You want a smelly breakfast?
MAN
Okay, Miss Fish Filet, shall we stay at the Suisse
Chalet off I-495? (Breaks out the travel size Astroglide. There’s no proof the paper told the
truth that Castro lied.)
MAN AND GENEVIEVE
One size fits all. Buns, thighs, tits, y’all. Moist?
Yup.
Hoist up. Me first. Now twirl. Reverse cowgirl.
Crikey. Sploosh! Nike swoosh up the dykey toosh.
MAN
I put my minibig skinny twig in her guinea pig
camel toes. Baw bana naw bananana da nanow.
That’s how the sample goes. Cliterally? Went from
red to green—literally. Vaginally? Drenched with
sweat and the stench of pet. Finally, Frenched the
wet whooseywhatsits. Blew through her oozey butt
zits. Not a modicum—a lot of come.
GENEVIEVE
I want more come.
MAN
Don’t worry. There’s more of the same come where
that come came from. I follow politics to ball all the
chicks. Cross-pollinate then call it quits. Hey, hey.
Ho, ho. The girl I just slept with has got to go.
GENEVIEVE
Hey, hey. Ho, ho. The guy I just slept with has got to
go.

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