WOOOOOOHHHH!!!
Feel the air jostle your virgin uvula! Let it unravel from your ale-laden belly! Taste the vibratos sweet release on your tongue, wagging bestially, as it pours from your mouth like a gallon of gaseous honey! This is freedom! This is opera! This is Tuesday night outside Applebee’s!
WOOOOOOHHHH!!!
Hear his song, languid city, for it is the ring of a thousand canaries, ablaze and beautiful! Smile as it moves above the joyless night hum, turning dreams into rallies through unlit, sleeping windows—a call-and-answer to joys beyond dreams! Answer him, modest maidens! For though he needs no answer he will never stop calling!
WOOOOOOHHHH!!!
You, youth of melodious nights, do not slow your ecstatic climb! The bar has closed but they will not, no they cannot, silence your triumphant howl! Tonight, your lungs are God, and your mouth a violent, churning sea!
WOOOOOOHHHH!!!
Hang your fist in the air now, and hold it strong!
WOOOOOOHHHH!!!
And pump it freely to your siren song!
WOOOOOOHHHH!!!
No, your art cannot wait till dawn!
WOOOOOOHHHH!!!
Yes, Yes, Sing on!