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alix olson - cunt cuntry lyrics

i’ve decided to start
c-nt c-ntry!
write our own cunst-tution
let our liberated cl-t bells ring out:
the c-nts are coming: it’s the c-nt revolution!
i’d cut through my panties, i’d shake my p-b- hair loose,
i’d sign my jane hanc-nt in cursive with c-nt juice.
i’d declare the independence of cl-toris to shining cl-toris,
proclaim the emanc-p-tion of all c-nts–
and tell d-cks this:
you’re being drafted for the big solution:
stand erect, be proud,
you’re part of the c-nt revolution!
defending our slick, silky, v-g-n-l turf
for all c-nted creatures, created or by birth.
and they’d wear b-ttons with fists raised, that say:
patriarchy! i survived! now this d-ck’s fighting the good fight for
v-g-n-l pride!
and kids in school would learn the her-story
of the boston tea-ch party,
when c-nt-liberators tossed c-nt-traitors into the sea,
finally felt what it meant to be free.
and they’d learn how color complicated the win,
how white c-nted creatures had to sacrifice privilege,
re-focus vision for a real revolution to happen.
and kids would have weekly field trips
to the museum of un-natural his-story
with display gl-ss jars of rapist gonads in all their shriveled glory.
and behind velvet rope, ancient relics of the past, like:
female guilt, circ-mcision knives, certificates turning whole people into wives.

and there’d be torture chamber exhibits
with tall, skinny heels
inviting little girls to:
try this, and see how this feels—
c-nted creatures wore these to work or to anywhere formal:
this pain was called s-xy. this process was called normal!
and there’d be old collections of posters like:
keep abortion legal- with a plaque:
not much is known. but these come from an era when
insecure ruling d-ckheads thought of
bodies as something to own.
we’d pledge allegiance to p-flag
with stars like you– and crooked stripes!
we’d carry p-ssports made from a giant c-nt mold
in all pubic colors: gray, auburn, ebony, gold.
we’d ban all commercials of:
are you not so fresh?
is your vag repulsive? do you stink like fish?
and instead, we’d conduct a c-nt taste-testing session,
get used to the smells of blood, yeast, and the ocean.
and hothead paison would lead alison bechdel’s dyk-s:
watch out for the c-nt c-ntry army on bikes!
there’d be an esteemed office called “national astrologist”
and c-nt commander in chief would be… a gynecologist.
and michael moore would be vice-pres…
cause the c-nt c-ntry court of legality says:
possessing a c-nt matters less than possessing
the c-nt mentality.
and daughters would laugh at old-fashioned terms like
virgin and b-tch and wh-r-
as they checked out the newest inventory of vibrators sold at the corner store.
because daughters would be freer and dyk-s would be freer and d-cks would be freer
if we stood up and sang:
my c-nt tis of thee
my c-nt tis of thee
because c-nt is the latin root of kin and country
but see, somehow some of our countrymen forgot they had
sisters, decided to treat us as unwelcome visitors,
made it hard to have a c-nt in this country.
made it hard to have a c-nt in this country.
so, we are starting c-nt c-ntry.
not out of rebellion,
or unexamined sisterhood,
or some sort of seventies separatist revival.
we are starting c-nt land
for that which it will stand:
one nation
under survival.

- alix olson lyrics

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