I threw away the Nair
and stopped shaving.

Bye Brazil
So long Landing Strip

Strip–tease...oh please what a joke
There aint gona be no,
de-forest–tation
Do I hear pro-tes-tations of a whole nation
hair craze?
in a daze?
Fanatics about hair?
Yelling and screaming about down there?

Well hell, that's just too **** bad.
cuz I'm going in
an livin in
an growin a
Jungle

So big so wide...
so Free
no more shavin for me.

And what did the men do?
What men?
Where are they?
Guess they are lost in the jungle.
They lovin it in there.

Swallow it.
My ****
full of yeast
spewing bread

Swallow that!
Just like you asked me to.

De-Lish-Ous?
Well... That's what you said when
you asked me to give you a *******

Get down there...Pig!
and feed at my trough
Full of ****** yummy
wholesome goodness.

Ya know, ten out of ten men prefer
Bread made with yeast
What a feast!

I flicked your rhoids
Hems and all

Painful much?

And they bled like a stuck pig.

Now, now, now...
Once a month you will know how
women feel.

Do you see that?
Fur covered legs
Do you see that?
Arm pit freedom

I stopped shaving
and plucking
and tweezing
No more E-lec-troly
Hey sis!

The hair has started growing
the more FREE I am becoming
No! I don't shave no ******* More
Except for my head.

You can wear the long hair for a while.
See you in the salon.

Oh my muscle man
With your deep tan
Down by the beach/boredom-walking Next to you.
And you think
Oh man of mine
that I care.
Ha! I prefer
Brains over brawn
Care over Callous
Keeping freedom over my body to that STICK you call Tex

Rockets Red Glare burning in the night
Way cool Out of sight
Then Oh U.S.A(ss)
you gave freedom to the home of the brave...
what a knave.
Guess women don't count cause we don't have a Rocket Down There.

**** the Glare!
I don't need it.
I'm taking my freedom
over my speech
over my action
over my body

Watch out Song of America
I'm singing a new tune
Way out from you.
It's a little ditty called
******'s Red Glare
I know you will love it.

Oh say can you see,
My dust as I leave...
all you old dead white *****
behind.

And the ******'s Red Glare?
Well...

Okay...
it's a work in progress
Just like getting freedom for women.

he said
i wasn’t feminine.
he said it twice,
hoping the echo
would re‑write
my code
of not being lady‑like.

he came to the conclusion
we should stop.
i talked like a mate.
and didn’t fit
his narrow idea
of a woman.

and i told him,
i won’t fold myself
to fit his frame.
no one
gets to offer lessons

on
how
we
should
be
shaped.

Баронесса без изъяна
Лопала банкиров рьяно —
То ботфорте, то пиано,
Мастер Плётки и Баяна.
В золоте шмалят рассветы,
Языки горят в каретах.
Знаешь, Дьявол носит Прада?
Ну, встречайте: их бин Яна.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Kiev, 2021 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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Кобылки сходили с дистанции,
Ликовала только Констанция,
Кто-то стал ура-визажистом,
Колхозницей с мужем стилистом.
И только насосная станция
Неслась по тропе террористов,
В тапок к последней инстанции —
Хуяк — и в дамках с министром.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Kiev, 2019 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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После спортзала и порева,
С маникюром и на бровях,
В поле боя рулит гонево —
Пощипать молодых цыплят.
Боевой раскрас ахуенный —
Аватар на млечном пути.
И сквозь джунгли, как танк довоенный,
Хацапетовка рвётся в жюри.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Kiev, 2019 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power

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👉 youtube.com/@KulikovskyOnThePunchline/shorts