The Fourth Day of Mountjoy
[Just a reminder that the MPS Poet Laureat, Mountjoy, brings us great tidings of joy. Here's a reprise of his note to us all. Regards, Tengrain]
It’s that time of year, Scissorheads; time to celebrate the festive season with gifts of bad taste. This year, I’m presenting twelve dubious pop songs that may or may not have escaped your attention for being, well, not quite what they seem on surface. So pull up a warm mug of eggnog, turn your speakers up, and bop along to a tune a day through till Christmas, quite possibly in the blissful ignorance that you are celebrating paedophilia, murder, body-fluids, masturbation and anal sex (M-M and M-F, thank you very much!). The accompanying Mountjoy haikus will give you my version of Cliff Notes as to what is really going on beneath these ditties. Have a great holiday, and all the best for 2013.
Mounty
The Way
Those cute old people
Didn’t drive to Nirvana
They got axe-murdered.
I never understood why this song was so popular. The lyrics are duly noted as bizarre. It’s like nails on a chalkboard to me.