Beat that Metaphor

This may not turn into a poem, it mayn’t even turn into song lyrics. It might just be a writ­ing exer­cise, but I’m gonna beat that metaphor! If you can think of some­thing in this vein that I missed, feel free to add it. I think this sort of reminds me of Short Skirt, Long Jack­et by Cake except it is aim­ing to be a bit more ridicu­lous.

baby’s got bul­let­proof sun­glass­es
hid­ing laser­beam eyes
she’s got them hay­mak­er hips
and semi-auto­mat­ic thighs
her tits are like mis­siles
her lips are def­con three
she’s an arse­nal
oh yeah she’s an arse­nal

baby’s got razor­blade elbows
and bazooka knees
she’s got them how­itzer toe­nails
and she can kill with a sneeze
her hair is like a shot­gun
her lips are nin­ja stars
she’s an arse­nal
oh yeah she’s an arse­nal

She likes to beat me
beat that metaphor
she likes to beat me
that’s what I am for
She likes to beat me
beat that metaphor
she’s an arse­nal
yeah yeah yeah

baby’s got diox­in breath
and anthrax armpits
she’s got them base­ball bat fin­gers
and ugly napalm spit
her teeth are like barbed wire
her lips are some dis­ease
she’s an arse­nal
oh yeah she’s an arse­nal
oh yeah she’s an arse­nal

4 thoughts on “Beat that Metaphor”

  1. For some rea­son, I’m hear­ing The Mars Volta’s song The Wid­ow, when I read that. For some rea­son it seems to fit.

  3. Sounds a bit like you’re chan­nel­ing Liz Phair (again!):

    SUPERNOVA
    I have looked all over the place
    But you have got my favorite face
    Your eye­lash­es sparkle like gild­ed grass
    And your lips are sweet and slip­pery like a cherub’s bare wet ass

    ‘Cause you’re a human super­no­va
    A solar super­man
    You’re an angel with wings afire
    A fly­ing, giant fric­tion blast

    You walk in clouds of glit­ter and the sun reflects your eyes
    And every­time the wind blows, I can smell you in the sky
    Your kiss­es are as wicked as an F‑16
    And you fuck like a vol­cano, and you’re every­thing to me

    ‘Cause you’re a human super­no­va
    A solar super­man
    You’re an angel with wings afire
    A fly­ing, giant fric­tion blast
    You’re a giant, fly­ing fric­tion blast

    ‘Cause you’re a human super­no­va
    A solar super­man
    You’re an angel with wings afire
    A fly­ing, giant fric­tion blast

  4. that rocks, adam!

    real­ly, i think it could kick ass with a beat. i so have a punk edge in me, and it so wants to be sat­is­fied.

    yeah, i like it. my favorite line is:

    her hair is like a shot­gun
    her lips are nin­ja stars

    nice.

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