POLITICALLY ERECT ( © Words & music by Paul F. Cowlan)
Apparently the ideal contemporary love song should mention every existing minority pressure group by name, together with appropriate slogans and calls for solidarity; whereupon anyone not so mentioned may justifiably consider themselves marginalized. Any referenounce it as sexist.
I love you for your mind. I swear its nothing physical.
I wouldnt want to touch you or ruffle up your hair.
It isnt sexual desire. I know thats wrong. Ive damped that fire.
My love is of a very special kind.
I love you for your mind.
It isnt sex-appeal. Im not that kind of chauvinist.
Although we havent spoken yet my head is in a spin.
Well sit at least six feet apart and speak as equals, heart to heart.
Ill close my eyes, pretend that I am blind,
and love you for your mind.
Hello, my name is Frankie. Its not gender oriented.
Im glad that its not macho or it might have put you off.
Ive never seen you here before. Do you like Russian novels? Or
perhaps you are mathematically inclined?
What stimulates your mind?
Id really love to know you. Of course, I dont mean carnally!
Ill hang on every labial and phoneme you let fall.
Agglutinative gutterals are beautiful, so utter all
the fricatives and aspirates you can find.
I love that kind of mind!
The truly liberated know that sex is something evil, so
theyre permanently grumpy and as miserable as sin.
But passion is insideous, so they make themselves look hideous,
and wear the ugliest clothing they can find.
So everyone will love them for their mind.
Excuse me. Do you always need such intimate proximity?
Youre standing very close indeed and breathing in my ear.
What was it I was going to say? My Reason is in dissarray.
Your lips are soft and perfectly aligned.
But what about your mind?
Existential. Exponential. Socially responsible.
Iconoclastic. Digital. Communicative phase.
The opportune occasion. The political equation.
My logic is beginning to unwind.
Do I still have a mind?
Im hyperventilating, and I dont know whats come over me.
It must be just a train of thought youve managed to derail.
I never knew the intellect could have such an extreme effect.
It seems such feelings have been much maligned.
Can you read my mind?
Whats that you just did!? I think Ive fused a ganglion!
Such flawless body-language means Ill take your mind as read.
That intercrural demi-squeeze engorged all my extremities!
Arent human bodies wonderfully designed?!
Not to speak of human minds!