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Peanu(t)s: Part 7
But what on earth possessed you Charlie, what?
Did you think that I was clueless?
That I didn't spot the plot...
I remember when you helped me
Keep my jam-rag out the mud,
Though you've made a proper cunt of things,
You were my menstrual blud,
But I don't want your blood no more,
I'd rather have some water,
To wash away the mess you've made,
To rinse this sorry slaughter,
And freedom's just another word
For nothing left to lose,
You've a phoney kind of freedom,
And you're quaking in your running shoes...
I know what scares you Charlie,
You fear authenticity,
And there's one and only time,
That you were ever fully real with me,
We were on the Charlie, Charlie,
When you held my hand and sang a song,
Though you were utter shit, Brown,
I held your hand and played along,
No, you don't remember do you?
But I do, my Voodoo Chile,
Got your boots, clothes, motorcycle,
Got ma voice and got ma style,
Got your gonads in my pearl jam,
Got your peanuts in my Giant Drawers,
The PoWer's to the Pussy,
And I'm sharpening iambic clause:
Little peanuts reading poetry,
They do so at their leisure,
But they haven't said a word to me,
You centre to the treasure.
You sent her to a woman's work,
She's just a little scrubber,
She's just a drawing on a page,
Hang on, I'll find a rubber...
I hope you rubbered up as well,
'Cause what she's got is catching,
Though I guess that all you've caught
Is karma justice for the snatching.
She definitely dragged you down before she dragged you up,
You're a Golden Pussy Pinafore, admit it Little Buttercup,
More a "bad judge" than a "lady", in your curly wig and gown,
Ah the irony delights me, Charlie Brown.
© Sara Nicola Ruth
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🥜 “Freedom’s just another word / For nothing left to lose” — direct quote from “Me And Bobby McGee” by Kris Kristofferson and Fred Foster, originally performed by Roger Miller. Janis Joplin topped the U.S. singles chart with the song in 1971 after her death, making the song the second posthumous number-one single in U.S. chart history.
🥜 “Got your boots, clothes, motorcycle” — referring to the classic line from the best action movie ever made, Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991)…”I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle.”
🥜 “You’re a Golden Pussy Pinafore, admit it Little Buttercup”— referring to the aria “I’m Called Little Buttercup” from the operetta HMS Pinafore (1878) by Gilbert and Sullivan:
Then buy of your Buttercup - dear Little Buttercup;
Sailors should never be shy;
So, buy of your Buttercup - poor Little Buttercup;
Come, of your Buttercup buy!
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