Tense and inviting but unyielding unexciting but appealing I'm nothing concealing wind me up I'll have sex on the ceiling. I don't hold with the girl who calls herself Rebel and tries to sell the life I'm leading Pump up the treble and send in my body double. I'm not giving anything up to these girls who walk around dressed like me, expecting to get what's do to me Iım nothing conceding now once with feeling Pump me up the treble. We're coopting Rock, the language of Sexism, to address gender identity on its own terms of complexity We're here to instruct, not to distract We won't take your attention without giving some back.
***NOTES *** A stab at a manifesto. If you can't take it in fun, you probably can't laugh at your own self-importance either.