Spicy pricy sushi in an elegant music club.
Eighty tables, grand piano, red velvet drape.
Onstage, a cheerful diva, Kristi Martel I think,
lectures as her audience sips drinks:
"Invoking the animal powers? Each generation finds a way,
and here is what works best for me." She gestures
at her peculiar gown--a diagonal-cut wrapskirt
baring one hip, a mini in front so scant it's risqué,
but slanting down to her ankle, re-rising behind her knee.
Maybe it even works! Or invokes Horny Powers, at least.
And now for a different way to Invoke the Animal Powers!
Suddenly this upscale club dissolves to a middle-school gym.
Bleachers packed with parents, scuffed wooden floors
the music coach (again Martel) in the spotlight grins
"Welcome all to your children's choice, a musical bizarre:
Give it up for Sendak's Where the Wild Things Are."
Ramble, tumble, out they come!
The rabbits and cats all larger than life,
the wolves true, the ponies child-sized-small.
But what lithe coats! You really move like
wolves, ponies, rabbits, cats. Now wait--
your hind legs bend backward! You can't do that!
Yet your forepaws have thumbs. Wild things are
deeper than costume. Ferality swallows all.
The creatures dance and leap and climb
into and onto the audience. And how I long
to be among! But I'm just a viewer afar.
Perhaps my narrative distance is really for the best.
These pony-girls, wolf-girls, cat-girls, and yes
even the rabbit-girls turn me on. I lust
to pounce and play with lovely monsters, oh I must...
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My Little Pony, raise your tail.
Ride you, gallop, give you foal!
Purring Jellicle Hello Kitty,
Clasp and pet your velvet titty.
Parents do not find it funny
as I hump their Easter Bunny,
but my favorites for a romp
are you Wolf-Girls in a clump--
belly sleek and shaggy rump.
Orgy Auditoriump!
Silence, pitiful pedophile bestial!
wicked urges, I divest y'all.
You were kids and still may be
though tails and hocks and ears sure say
"Animal Power thrusts in me."
And your newfound species all
estrus find by two or three:
are you cubs, or adults aprowl?
Wild things try things. Howl and yowl!
Sensual rehearsals, full of romance.
Do your parents understand
how intimate your play, your dance?
Who the wolves will mount, as
rabbits gnaw and spoon?
How the kittens lick and moan,
how the ponies pound!
Who'll the alpha stallion cover,
Who will be my shaggy lover?
No, no! On with her show! Her show as planned--
safe and wholesome, safe and bland:
the cuddly and the pretty,
the bunny and the kitty,
the dog-and-pony show.
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