NERDY GIRL
Oh, Nerdy girl, nerdy girl put down that book put down that Playstation 69 and take me, take me, take me have your way with me ravish me to the very core of my soul
Nerdy girl, nerdy girl I want to be your hentai slave boy when I see the sweat pouring down your forehead with insecurity it makes the blood in my balls boil like an overheated beaker in the laboratory you probably interned at
Ride me topside like a cowgirl tell me of quantum physics every endangered species of wood, birds and marine life as you lovingly fondle me as you would a slide rule violate my starving flesh as you would a t-square as you recite every Green Lantern in the DC Universe
Nerdy girl, nerdy girl I want to steam up your glasses the more awkward you get the more I love it tear all my clothes off like it’s a bold science experiment as you explain every formula in Microsoft Excel, Visio and Access
My first collection of poetry, Year of The Bat will be released this Labor Day weekend. Instead of doing a full promotional burst on every social network I decided to record some of my poetry as audio tracks and do a few readings on video. The audio tracks can be heard and shared on SoundCloud and the videos would be distributed evenly between Vimeo and You Tube.
A few months ago I posted Hollywood Is Killing Me on SoundCloud, a track I really enjoyed recording. Filled with inspiration I went back to recording another poem. this one titled Nerdy Girl, which can also be read in Year of The Bat. This turned out pretty well, too, and I'm already making plans to record a newer poem. I feel like Ken Nordine!
Brake Job - Andy Seven
But sometimes people feel more connected when they can actually see the poet reading his work in person, so for the people who prefer that format I give you a peronal reading of another poem titled Brake Job. This is a prose version of the countless hustles from service centers trying to weasel more of my hard-earned money for bigger repair jobs, all driven by the fear factor. I thought I captured the panic mode these shrewd sales people employ.
The Band Didn't Show Up - Andy Seven
Some folks have nightmares where they're on stage naked and getting laughed at. Since I like my body that nightmare doesn't really scare me, so instead I have this recurring nightamre where I'm ready to pterform a big show and the rest of the band stands me up, leaving me to carry the whole show alone. Hmmm, well now that I've embraced folk music that bad dream is over too, because I plan on doing all my shows solo. Wonder what the new nightmares will be like?
What's the moral to this story? It's very simple: if you can't get people to read anymore then get thy ass up on that soapbox and read in front of a camera lens where people can see you - yes, they will watch - or record your work with a hip music track jamming out. If nobody gives a damn about Emile Zola anymore then they certainly won't be booking it to Barnes + Noble to pick up your masterpiece, so slap on some makeup and work that close-up. And promise me you won't be boring.
Electric Mandolin II - Andy Seven
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