A Frivolous Social Event in the USA
Concept by Miley Cyrus
Abridgement by self
I dismounted my steed at the L.A. crossroads
With but a dream and a busking-shawl,
Here was the orgy-place of plenitude and fame,
And great alterity in mine eyes withal.
Ascended I into a rickshaw-sleigh
And to my right was the Hollywood mark;
Overwhelmed with the overweening,
My stomach burned with sickening spark.
A weight on my vitals grew e'er more grievous
Like the slow engorging of an engaging penis
My nerves shook like an underweight machinist
That was when the rickshaw-man a songbird became:
And a Jay-Z song lilted from his lips
And a Jay-Z song eddied about my dome
And a lyricism thus Jay-Z branded exploded in my pate
I raised my hands, the song raked my pleasure spots,
The goblins of angst hied away,
My nodding is indicative of "Yes,"
My pelvis is a metronome screaming "Yes,"
My hands remained airborne, lifted by the lyrical thermal,
And the world smelled of ice cream shops;
Verily, ensued a flutter of merriment in the USA,
In sooth, a percolation of gaiety in the USA.
Arriving at the box social rickshaw-borne,
Judging gazes on me like Tartars' darts:
"Who durst sully this scene with such apparel?
She must hail from more bucolic parts";
All familiarity is a thousand leagues behind;
I might have walked into an alien-probing quarter:
Specimens of a separate species,
Exchanging body parts and buttholes for barter.
Again the vomit rises like a tide in my windpipe
As if I ate a satchel of freshly-farted-on tripe
But then the minstrelista began to chant
And a Britney song emanated from her throat
And a Britney song climbed honeyed into my ear
And an ode descanted by Britney was inserted audibly into my consciousness like a dildo into an anal opening
I raised my hands, the song raked my pleasure spots,
The goblins of angst hied away,
I bobbed my head, miming "Yeah,"
I wriggled my hips, so intimating "Yeah,"
My hands waving like an anemone in playfulness,
My heart settled like a sedated pony;
Verily twas a shining shindig in the USA,
In sooth, a raucous gala in the USA.
Every moment I tremble to escape this place
Every second I take fright at a grimacing face
A warble, a tune, a whistle, a song
Gives me a magical eargasm like a narwhal fucking my G-spot with his tusk.
I raised my hands, the song raked my pleasure spots,
The goblins of angst hied away,
Verily, ensued a party in the USA,
In sooth, a party in the USA.
