This is an original ‘songpoem,’ like all mine, on this site;
Too, this is not finished, I will post new sections as they are produced.
I have earlier ‘sex positive’ songs/poems, dating back to ((I can’t find the date)); this poem on ABOUT sex positivity itself was conceived, oh, about a year ago – started August 31, announced September 2nd, of this year;
Without further ado: I hope you like my work, here! =D!
.: Sex Positive, A.K.A. The F-Bomb, A.K.A. The Female Element :.
.: ((Make Love, Not War)) :.
{Sample:}
“Don’t you want somebody to Love
Don’t you need somebody to Love
Wouldn’t you Love somebody to Love –
You’d better find somebody to Love . . .
. . . Love. ”
{:Fade out sample}
in the nineteen sixties the Love Generation did more than protest
they threw panties at McCartney, their Mary Tyler’s got a lot of Dick
they blew-out our understandings of what feminine is
’cause hundreds of millions of females were sex positive
(sex positive . . .)
(sex positive . . .)
{Old, Vietnam Age Father Figure Voice:}
“& Have faith in that female element, son; ’cause–“
{Poet/singer:}
’cause in the middle of, brute Vietnam
those Love chicks dropped, The “Fuck Me” Bomb:
said psst, over here son, wouldn’t you rather make some Love?
Bury your guns in the ground, & Fuck Me till i cum ——–
inside . . . “
({Predominantly-Females Chanting:}
“Make Love,
Not War –
Make Love,
Not War . . . ”
{:Chant})
“‘Cause, don’t you know where you came from son?
you came from two lovers making Love – – –
Yes! See . . . Love is Special, & Love is True,
Love is Beautiful, & Love made YOU!! —
So since Love = 1, & Love comes from Two
— & guns, guns make you annulled, which would you rather choose:
run thru some jungle, doing some very stupid stuff . . .
or come & fuck little tiiiiny me . . . ?
little itsy tiny me? . . . “
{spoken:}
& she leaned forward & gave a generous look at her tits . . rubbed them in his face . . . she was a sex goddess— –
. . .
{spoken:}
well right then & there, his heart was changed
he quit being a G. I. & fell in love with that Jane
provided for her, a house & status —
multiplied like rabbits
told her how much he Loved her almost every day
& Jane always loved to hear him say
“I was blown away by a booby trap, that day . . .
back then, couples in the millions did, that way . . .
it was A Sea Of Lovers,
millions of significant others,
Love, The Summer of . . .
They dropped the F-Bomb on us . . .
1967.”
& there was news headlines, & news announcements & news segments – the war on war had ended: Love had won.
{chipper, casual, late 20’s woman’s voice, not unlike Anne Hathaway:} & They lived happily ever after.
THE END!
{:chipper, causual female voice}
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This is part one of about four or five pieces. I will post others as they get completed.
– Joe