Shakespeare Should Be Proud

Practically everyday I sit in my car for about two hours, thinking.. listening.. watching. Now, it's not because I enjoy sitting in my car for two hours. No. That would be an insane notion. It's because that is the usual transit from my home to work. I get up, brace myself for the morning commute, and by the end of the day, I do a what you can call "a hauling of the asses". During this time I think of little things here and there, watch weird people here and there... You can say it's mostly here and there stuff. Sometimes I do listen to the radio, on very rare occasions if I may point out, and this post happens to be about one of those.

Due to the frequency of my listening, if you were to ask me, "Hey Chat, did you listen to that fly new song on the radio," I would simply answer with "No." "Why? I thought you liked music?" I do. I really do, but that was when music was music. When the "M" in MTV stood for music, not merde. At work, they call me the "music box" only because I know a lot of songs. And when I say a lot, I truly mean an ass-load. Sometimes, I can tell the name of the song and artist by just the beginning beats. But since this little tidbit is part of my superhero powers, I refuse to provide further information on the matter. We shall now continue to our regular programming.

Now, I've been known to harbor some questionable music (i.e. the Spice Girls¹,  Britney Spears², Justin Bieber³). I'm not saying anyone is better than anyone else. I'm just stating that music has undoubtedly changed. Now, if its for the better, I'm not positively sure. Actually... I am positively sure. It sucks now, way more than ever. I have a feeling that in a few years, the electronic age will take over and the sounds of a vending machine will top the Billboard charts.

What happened to music with meaning? What happened to songs that weren't produced just so that an album could be finished, released, and profited on?

I know what you're thinking. "Shit! She thinks of all of this when she drives?" That's a yes and no answer. Sometimes I switch between thoughts of sexy actors to work-related issues, but most of the time I think randomly. So, on my way home from work, I decided to switch to the radio and see what would welcome me on the other end.

Let's just say that I had a feeling on what was coming. As my index finger pushed the "ON" button, the sounds of Tyga's "Ayy Ladies" sang sweetly into my ears, filling my car at what could only be known today as music. Now I'm a fan of the general beat of a song, and this one's beat wasn't that bad, but it didn't make up for the lyrics.⁴ As the song progressed, my mind began to conjure up little ideas, until one stood out in my head as the best.

I began to think, "Shakespeare would be rolling in his grave right now." Well Shakespeare, I have taken it upon myself to become one of your disciples and convert this magnificently written artwork into a poetic piece possibly, if not hopefully, written, not by you, but someone trying to imitate you.

 "Ayy Ladies" - "Good Greetings, my Ladies"

Okay Now Ladies (Yeah) - As you will now Ladies (Aye)
If You Know You Bad (Yeah) - An thou knowest thee of consequence (Aye)
Don't Need No Man, Got Yo Own Bands - Doth not need a Sirrah, Thou hath thy own Bands
Put Up Yo Hands - Raise thy Hands
If You Ah Top Notch Bitch, Let Me Hear You Holla - An thou art a fair wench, Let me hear thy praise
Bend It Over, Touch Yo Toe, Whip It Out, - Bendth over, Touch thy toe, Whip't out  
Show Them Hoes Yo Bankroll, Slang It Out, - Show thee wenches thy shillings, Make't known
Do The Broke Hoe With It, Poke It Out, - Thou dost make't thee with thy wench, make't profound,
DAMN Shawty You CAN Get It - Alas Lass, thou can achieve it

Ughh 1234 Give The Booty 5, - Oh 1234 giveth thee arse a 5
I Like My Bitches Real Thick, Lil More Thighs - I fancy mine wenches with guard, a little more cushnet  
Richer Than Yo Ol' Head, No Lie, Stacks In That - Richer than thine old head, forsooth, Pounds in't 
Pussy Hole, Call Dat The G-Spot, Real Gentlemen, - Raven's nest, Hark yonder thy golden castle, Real Sirrah
...
Maan I Wouldn't Shake His Hand With Ah Broke Hand, - Sirrah, I doth not shake his glove with a worn one ...
Make A Bitch Strip Butt-Naked Like She Pole Dance, - Maketh a wench unfold arse exposed, fancied as a dancer of the Maypole 
...
Grab A Friend, Then Tell Her This This This, - Take hold of thy cousin, Bid her this this this
Yup Yup - Aye Aye

NOTE: Lyrics have been shortened due to excess use of the Chorus.

NOTE TWO: I am, or in no way, a student of Shakespearean literature. I take no responsibility for the imperfection/authenticity of the Shakespearean phrases... unless it is written correctly. 

NOTE THREE: I was about to "Shakespearesque" the whole song, but I thought, "Wait Chat! You actually have a life." 

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¹ Don't judge me. First of all, you know nothing about the Spice Girls.

² She's fucking Britney Spears. What'd you expect?

³ I have no idea why this child is on my iPod. I will attribute this flaw to my sister.

⁴ My musical preference is extended, physically and literally. I fear that if I begin to write about what I like, this post will convert itself into a short story. This is not what I want, so for now, I will not touch base about my musical tastes until later.