I wish I lived on Plastic Beach

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So I just returned from the trail here in Cornwall and can't wait to get back on it.  I've got some school work to finish up and then hopefully I'll be able to do the southwestern most point at the end of the week.  I've got a number of poems in the make but this one just came out this morning--it's my first love poem that sounds like a hip-hop track and that's interesting.  It's very Gorillaz inspired because being down here in Cornwall I realize how much I would like to be living on Plastic Beach, and being here in Newquay I realize how much I am living on plastic beach.

But hey, Newquay's fucking cool too.



This poem is for the little woman with the big car:


Strong in the bed
She’s so strong.
Strong in her head
She’s not wrong.
Strong on the ground
She runs circles round
The boys.
The boys.



Strong in the bed she don’t give a fuck
Strong in her head she don’t give a fuck
Strong on the ground she’s out
Running around
Running around
Out running circles round all the boys.



I’ve got a five centimeter chin chin in my hand
And I refuse to go over into the heartland
I’m a refugee in the heat of the desert
Exiled and spit out upon the shores of the
Plastic beach.
Plastic beach.
Lego land world of inside and out.
Plastic beach.
Plastic beach
Lego land world of forever and ever
in and out in and out
Like I want to do to you,
In and out in and out
Nailing you down on a cushion or two.
I’ve got a five centimeter rum tum in my hand
And I’m refusing to get out of the promised mother fucking land
I’m at peace in the desert and a refugee in town
You gotta five centimeter fucking party coming down on
Plastic beach
Plastic beach
Running round in my head on
Plastic beach
Plastic beach
Running naked getting laid.



She’s got a seven inch cock and she don’t give a fuck
She’s got more than you could give her so just shut the fuck up.
She’s sitting on the sofa waiting to get nailed to the door
And they’re kicking in the windows and they’re busting through the floor to get
At that ass
At that ass
Goddamn she is mean
At that ass
At that ass
Her shit’s more than just sexy.
Cause she’s a dirty mother fucker and she don’t give a fuck
Running circles round the boys that are stuck in the funk.
She’s got her balls in her pocket and her holster on her hip
She’s a demon riding mother with a devil on the slip.