We'll Take This Place Like We Made It

Fuck it.

Do it with your metaphorical cock,
the one you'd swing around if you knew how to find it.
You've got to fuck the thing what needs it.
Ease it onto your meat and take it.
Don't ride it.
It'll ride you just fine.
Stick yourself up inside it.
Make it be a piece of you.
Be at one with the thing.
Hold its hair and fuck it hard up against the headboard,
the dashboard, the back door, the side of your house.
Don't obfuscate the point with pretty words.

No one's interested.

Don't worry about not being pleasant and receptive.
Don't worry about being repulsive.
Throw up your skirt and show the world what you've got under there.
Scare your neighbours and scatter the children.
We've been made too kind, too complacent,
too willing to subvert all our natural menace
and call it an illness,
as though the perversion of extreme domestication is a virtue.
We eat pills when we should be fucking.
We waste the most interesting parts of ourselves
in closets and under beds and in glove compartments and laundry hampers.
We pretend we aren't the wild masters of the human race.
Even our lovers think we're nice,
and it's a goddamned shame.

Come with me.

We'll show our teeth,
and we'll stake it out
where no one's been invited.
We'll swing it around some,
we'll fuck things in the out of doors,
we'll make this place like how we take it,
and we'll take this place like we made it.

It's the way things are now.
We've got to fuck the thing what needs it.

Comments

[Karen]

"...We waste the most interesting parts of ourselves
in closets and under beds and in glove compartments and laundry hampers..."

That is the core. This affected me. Hard.

[Neil]

Now THIS is the Schmutzie I always knew was there.

[Mandy]

"We've been made too kind, too complacent,
too willing to subvert all our natural menace
and call it an illness,
as though the perversion of extreme domestication is a virtue.
We eat pills when we should be fucking."

This. It hits close to home...

[Melanie]

I need to learn this for a monologue.

[Alexis]

Powerful stuff, woman.

[Liz]

"as though the perversion of extreme domestication is a virtue"

Wow. Just ..... Wow.

[Stubblejumpin' Gal (Kate)]

You GO, girl!

[Cheney]

Uh huh... I agree.

[Jenn]

THIS. Yes. Amen. Holy shite, amen.

[alexandra]

OK.

Let loose , mama.

And I think of the eternal question: "are you holding back with what you blog?"

Not at schmutzie's place.

Love you.

[Lizzie]

Right on! This is wonderful. It reminds me of something a friend of mine wrote (here: http://bit.ly/t4sMTO) -- I'm going to post it on her blog with a link to here. Thank you Schmutzie!

[Jennelle]

"we waste the most interesting parts of ourselves
in closets and under beds and in glove compartments and laundry hampers."

Every one of us holds a roaring lion in a cage of ribs
It wants out
It wants to make itself heard
And though it's only some grotesque glob of bloody meat
It propels in rhythmic symphony the illusion of life
What a joke
Fear

But I love this line.
What good is my liberation
If all the people I meet
Are just acting out some contrived character

Show me the real shit