In a college town, with olive green all around,
Professors and skate punks rock SG Paul's wall of sound.
There's an anarchist bookstore that has more than you'd look for.
A core of local folks wait for a late lift.
There's often a great drift to the shop
For the Wednesday night five-to-eight shift.
The clerk at work is the prettiest gal in town.
She cries during "Allentown."
She's a precocious socialist and she's willing to pal around.
She's twice as cool as the kids at her high school.
Every Wednesday after French Club she rides to work
With a stuffed mastodon in the basket on her bicycle.
Voice Talent, a rapper, said,
"If Noam Chomsky was from the Bronx he'd have been assassinated promptly."
The clerk said, "He was from the Bronx"
He said, "You know what I mean... ignoramuses"
"Oh boyee, what a pain this is,"
Said the only paid employee, the manager.
"I came for culture not accounting,"
And a girl put a flyer up above the water fountain.
She carried clandestine two dollar mescaline
In her blue collar mess tin plastered with stickers that said,
"Food Not Bombs," "Sex Not Proms," and "Critical Mass."
That bastard, Voice Talent, snickered.
"Nice graphics but that's just
Half-assed agitprop to piss off a traffic cop.
Can it be I'm too lazy for potlucks?
If not my friends who am I willing to cook for,"
And they're chilling at the Anarchist Bookstore.
Will Barnes and Noble harm the global?
Voice Talent, the rapper, had a rapport
With a stripper whore who he'd vote for
Long before he'd vote for Tipper Gore.
He equipped the store with a credit card machine
And put zines in their places.
He said, "Take Back the Streets is more like
Take Back Four Parking Spaces at the most,"
And left to host the Sunday Showcases.
He was all dressed in tinsel, yo,
But he couldn't convince his friends to go.
They were like, "Voice Talent, you put on a minstrel show."
He said, "Someone's psychotic. Someone took too much semiotics."
"Furthermore," he thought, "Someone can tzuck my Tzadik,"
But VT was the opposite of TV.
He'd never accuse someone of being PC
Because it's so frigging dumb to say.
The term arose on the Columbus Day Quincentennary
When the republic was honest about the conquest
And wouldn't party as they had previously promised.
If someone uses a nonoffensive vocabulary,
That person is considerate, not PC.
If someone has a heavy-handed agenda,
That person is narrow-minded, not PC.
Unless you mean Providence College,
PC is as meaningless as the president's apology for slavery.
Maybe PE should be on the radio,
Not just in the African-American Norton Anthology.
Will Amazon.com be around when gramma's gone, mom?