prudence makes a comeback

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Prudence Makes a Comeback

Dear Prudence,
won’t you
come out
to play?

 

Better yet
get on
the horn
& ring up
the band.

 

Clear out
the basement
& nail
egg cartons
to the
walls &
ceiling.

 

Turn up
the volume.

 

Rock’s been
morphed.

 

Punk metal
rap screeching
boombox horror,
a mirror
of the
War Machine.

 

Poor Prudence.
Maxwell’s silver
hammer bashed
out her
teeth.

 

Now it’s
time for
payback.

 

Spit out
the calcium
girl &
start in
singing.

 

Don’t get
stuck in
South Central
like a
gang-bang
mama under
a sky
full of
drones.

 

Look out
you tone
deaf motherfuckers
with more
testosterone
than talent.

 

Here comes
Bob Dylan
the voice
of God
with Prudence
on his arm.

 

Prudence &
her trio
are making
a comeback,
playing hot
licks into
egg cartons.

 

Just wait
til the
sun sets
& they
come roaring
up out
of the
basement.

 

They’ll turn
your world
upside down.

 

Meanwhile
Leonard Cohen
smiles into
the microphone
like it’s
a vagina.

 

“I’d like
to dedicate
this next
song to
Prudence,”
says Leonard,
& the
night sky rumbles.

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