Monica's juvenalia (or do I mean juvenilia?)

 

- by Karen Chamisso

1

Cherchez the bitch! Cherchez the bitch!

And all the elders go tsk tsk tsk.

2.

Monica Lewinski, I think of you!

I’m just such another dixiecup ingenue

And have loved to bask in some Nero’s eye

Who never stuck a finger in my pie

Ending up saying, ”it depends on what sex is”

-their mothers all raised them to be little Elvis.

Cherchez the bitch! Cherchez the bitch !

3.

Were transcribed in the Elders report

“oh (sigh). Oh (sigh). Oh.”

Swinging his dick like a pirate in port

Waiting for a shipload of cargo

While all the Neros chase around all their desks

The immanently gropeable, babes babes babes

You were the witch, the problem, the dress

And your friends are all FBI slaves.

4.

Ces murs mêmes, seigneur, peuvent avoir des yeux ;

Et jamais l’empereur n’est absent de ces lieux.

Put that down in your debutante’s daybook.

And never let them in to look.

Cherchez the bitch! Cherchez the bitch !

And all the elders go tsk tsk tsk.