Updated: Sep 6, 2020
This is my poem, performed.
I do hope you'll read along below.
Charles Addams Fine Arts
University of Pennsylvania,
It's a strange feeling
after spending weeks with
the aux chord
in your tyrannical grip,
Rock 'n roll,
real ~cool~ shit,
you're greeted with
"I have a surprise for you"
"You're gonna love this."
The feeling's strange
whotheFUCK gave him the aux chord?
(Though what you mean to think is,
'I've never been surprised.'
'No boy has ever thought to surprise me.')
you've spent months trying to surprise *him*
with your knowledge of ~The Scene,~
playing Beach House, The XX, Florence and the Machine...
So when R. Kelly's remix to "Ignition" plays,
Now I'm not tryna be rude/but hey pretty girl/I'm feelin' you--
You're proper surprised!
your face contorts,
a grimace of sorts--
like you smell something rotten,
something awful and forgotten--
like if you don't get air STAT,
b*tch you gone die!!
You wonder why he thought you would love
the remix to "Ignition."
Of course, everyone loves the remix to "Ignition,"
but why did he think you would?
You ain't nevah played no song as colored as DAT.
I mean, there *was* Miguel's "Quickie,"
but it was over so quickly
one could barely note it.
And there *was* D'Angelo, but...
Your tastes are different,
Why did he think--
how did ke know
and this song go waaaaay back
like black on crack,
red tears down Mamie's back--
back into a blackness so deep,
you find you can't speak,
and if you don't get air STAT--
He kills the song
a fragment of all you used to be.
you both continue
as you silently curse
rooted in a gunk so deep,
this time you couldn't speak.
Roots once forgotten,
abandoned and rotten,
(the remix), of course.