1
“Don’t sit there!
You’ll break my antique chair!”
shrieks Céline.
Jun-Jun leaps up:
“I don’t like it here.
Is this where we’re going to live, ma chère?”
Quisty turns and says, “Chill.
Céline’s a little high-maintenance
but won’t be living here, not her residence.”
“So what do we do to earn our keep?
Jun-Jun wonders aloud. “Rent’s a bit steep.”
We haven’t played a gig in over a week.”
“Our manager has everything under control,”
Quisty announces. “Demi’s out on parole.
Gun charge dropped, he’s on party patrol.”
“Since when is he our manager? Did I sign something?”
Jun-Jun explodes: “I refuse to be his plaything.
Do I look like a rapper? I’ll not croon like Drake.”
“You won’t have to do anything fake.
Speak of the devil… Mr. Bling himself, Grammys
and all. I think he’s a double whammy.”
2
Robert says Mamadou from Mali will clothe you in black shirts
dress you in his African skirts.
doll you up with L’Oréal.
“We’ve lived on a tree stump, we’re used to boreal.
Never used costumes! No rouge, no powder.
Our green and purple polka-dotted skins make us all the prouder.”
“My stage name, Quistedelic.”
“And mine, Fun-Fun.
We sing like Funkadelic.”
“I ain’t no rapper, so no “Gun -Gun.”
We sing to spread some musical balm
not to light a lyrical bomb.”
3
Demiurge swaggers into Céline’s décor
snorts his “Just-In” party uproar
and sits on the Chair!
and it breaks!
Céline goes nuts– I’ve never heard her swear.
“Out, right now, you lout.”
“Calm down, little lady…”
….“Je… Suis …CALME! No doubt
I’ll bust your freakin’ snout.”
With a crazed grin and armed to the max,
she comes back with her throwing axe.
“Whoa! Whoa! This is getting serious.”
She winds up with an eye that’s bilious:
“I’ll give you three steps to get out the door.
After that, your head’s on the floor!”
“Can she do it?” Demi asks Robert.
“Why don’t you find out?”
”I’m descended from bloody Mary Stuart!”
4
Jun-Jun and Quisty put on a little song and dance to defuse the situation.
Fun-Fun sings to the beat…
The most funky music got what it takes
To groove you some time
Knock you down
Make you want to turn around and do it one more time, yeah
Something about the music
The music grooved me, yeah
Ants in my pants and I need to dance
I got ants in my pants and I need to dance.
My Quistedelic
She’s a big ol’ freak, the girl’s a big ol’ freak
She’s the freak of the week
What she says give me happy feet,
Your Fun-Fun
The music grooved me, yeah
Ants in my pants and I need to dance
I got ants in my pants and I need to dance
Robert, softly to Céline: “Put down your axe
You had your chance to land your thwacks.
Now’s time to drop your whacks.”
And Iki– where did HE come from? A dance floor?–
tells Demi about the best weed store
as he lures him out Céline’s door.
Music lays down the funky beats
Music serves the sweetest sweets.
Music calms the savage beasts.
Musical credits: (Not Just) Knee Deep by Funkadelic.