babyfur

Here’s a poem I wrote in like 5 minutes, about a year and a half ago, about that magical subculture where furversion and adult baby fetishism intersect. It’s pretty terrible, but you’ll like it better when I turn it into a song. I’m thinking of programming it in Pure Data and making it sound like a Shaggy song (the anti-scansion lends itself to reggae chanting) produced by Iannis Xenakis and DAT Politics.

Babyfur
You’re worse than those people who think that they’re Druids
Babyfur
It couldn’t possibly get any more disgusting without somehow involving clowns, hemorrhoids, or unorthodox bodily fluids

Babyfur
When your peers are going out to shitty bars and dressing spiffy
Babyfur
You’re busy at the Anthrocon in your fursuit getting yiffy

Babyfur
Saying “goo goo ga ga” and crapping your diapers
Babyfur
If you met 50 Cent, he would probably bust a cap in your diapers

Babyfur
All your friends are furverts and otherkin
Babyfur
Hey, at least you’re not a Republican

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