My Two Cents

I am sorry because I can already see your faces, before I type what I am going to type.

But work with me: it’s Valentine’s Day and also, it’s V-Day, which leads me to Eve Ensler, which naturally puts me in mind of vaginas and then this morning I realized that if one were to re-write the words for “Lady Madonna” to “Hairy Vagina” it would be a great protest song (Hairy Vagina, children at your feet…) and since then I haven’t been able to get the tune out of my head, which is fine, but I just realized that one could also sing “Sweet Hairy Vagina” to the tune of “Sweet Home Alabama” (Well, I hope Neil Young will remember; southern man don’t need you around, anyhow) and now I realize I may have gone too far and even farther by posting it here on the internet for all to see, so to all those readers who may now be too squeamish to come back, I’ll miss you and to all the others, including those with hairy vaginas, raise your glasses in glee and sing along:

Sweet Hairy Vagina,
Curly hair flying free,
Sweet hairy vagina,
You belong to only me.
Hee
Hee
Hee.