and tells her, “Go to Hell!
Why should we accept
your dominant viewpoint?
Now I’ll have the fish,
and she’ll have the beef loin.”
I think it’s so hot
when he challenges authority,
and he uses big words,
like “subvert ideology.”
I’m dating a Marxist,
and he can’t be beat.
I never knew Commies
were so darn sweet.
When our food arrives,
he looks at it critically.
He says, “Now this meal
was clearly not made for me.
It looks mass-produced,
from corporate machinery.
I won’t be a pawn
in this oppressive chicanery!”
We head for the exit,
we don’t leave a dime,
he says that would only
perpetuate capitalist crimes.
I’m getting turned on
by all this rebellion.
I invite him back
to my place for some real fun.
We don’t take a cab,
cuz we’re both out of money.
My boyfriend spent his
on books about Gramsci.
Back in my room,
he is undressing me.
I climb up on top,
but then he supresses me.
He says, “You’ve been naughty,
my little proletariat,
but there’s something you can
do right now to take care of it.
Now take it slow,
it’s not a race,
you’ve got to know your proper place.
Don’t call me Big Daddy, call me Big Brother.
I am your neo-Marxist lover!”
I start to go down,
but then something stops me.
I’m suddenly aware
of this contrived hegemony.
I say, “I don’t want
to give you a blow-job,
I’m not your sex-slave,
I won’t be a mere cog
that operates in
your sexual factory...
I just don’t find that
to be satisfactory!
So get on your knees,
you bourgeois swine,
I won’t be exploited--
tonight, you are mine!”
He crouches below
as I paddle his bare ass
sometimes he enjoys
being one of the lower-class.
He says, “You’re so hot
as the dominant power,
you can do this all night,
I can take it for hours.”
It’s getting real dark,
so I flip on the switch
and cuddle up next to
my socialist bitch.
I say, “Let’s have a rest,
and then maybe later,
you can be my
totalitarian DICKtator.
He says, “That sounds great,
my sweet matriarchist,
as long as you beg
like a horny anarchist.”
I’m dating a Marxist,
and I’m filled with lust.
Who cares if our thoughts
are imposed on us?
