Squirt, Puff, Lift Me Up

Squirt, Puff, Lift Me Up

Now you see me. 
Now you don’t
He thought he’d leave,
but soon he won’t

I’m going to my downtown glamour physician
Who’s going to administer my facial transition

Snips and snails
and kitty cat tails
Swollen lips
and peeling back veils

Collagen, botox
there will be no bungle
Goodbye Jocelyn.
Hello Queen of Jungle!

Squirt. Puff.
Lift me up.
Here comes first cut.
He’ll bust his nut!

Frown. Relax.
Frown. Relax.
He’ll go ape-shit,
once I shape shift!

Frown. Relax.
Frown. Relax.
He’ll go ape-shit,
once I shape shift!

Shaky hands must pay attention
Get to work on tail extension!
Slice up ears to look more pointed
Fingers broken and re-jointed

Scrape off mange from cat cadaver
Teflon implants make cheeks fatter
Widen bridge of nose with plastic
Install brow bumps (although drastic)

Squirt. Puff.
Lift me up.
My flesh deceives
with tabby weaves
Frown. Relax.
Frown. Relax.
He’ll go ape-shit,
once I shape shift!

Split upper lip with garden spade
Relocate fat as I’ve okayed
Revise septum
and lobes of ears
Embed fur graft
so it adheres

Sew back eyelids
so more feline
With whisker mounts
of my design
Tattoo some spots.
Screw on each claw
File sides of teeth
in front of jaw.

Squirt. Puff.
Lift me up
Blood starts oozing.
Love is bruising.
Frown. Relax.
Frown. Relax.
He’ll go ape shit,
once I shape shift.

You have gotten under skin
So I’ve unleashed tigress within.

Sample: Thunder , “She’s alive! Alive!”

(Growls)
Me? . . Ooww!

lyrics ©2008-2010 Marsian De Lellis +P.J. Mc Whiskers

SUPPORT

Bride of Wildenstein was developed at CalArts and the National Puppetry Conference at the Eugene O’Neill Theater Center with funding from The Durfee Foundation and Ibex Puppetry.