So someone said to me the other day Ive got a lisp A stranger you know they said Ive got a subtle lisp and I should know I sound a little stupid doing spoken words when all my words have S in them are spoken so absurd And Im not upset, okay it just sucks You think youre speaking normally for two decades and then shucks; Find out your stuff sounds like a stanza of Severus Snape's toughest parseltounge is pronounced by Daffy Duck So I will say this My subtle lisp is not sinful. Im not sorry Saturday, Im not sorry Sunday; Im spiritual and when I speak I celebrate the Sabbath seven days a week I've got special S sauce all smothered on my skull walls like a tossed salad so silk screen the Sistine ceiling on my soft pallet I sing along with super scenesters reciting Sufjan Stevens songs in skinny jeans Dance salsa with soccer moms sneaking out in skimpy see-through sarongs I will answer your questions in stout with my sexy subtly lisping sparkling incisor small Whats my surname? Watsky Whats my size? Stocky My city? San Francisco its so sweet now slow See, Ive heard some steamy stories of oral sex but Im not stretching to say one time, I made a lady climax by speaking an S-y section of a Shakespeare sonnet in her split legs general direction I scribble all S Essays I shred them and sprinkle the whole S ashes. My speech doesnt give a spotted sea snail if it passes. I slipped pass straight Fs to straight Ss in my classes because my speech stay second semester senior status Seriously so so so so soon, so sick sixth grade kids call me sofa king Im on tongue steroids, slammin with the Sammie Sosa swing, so tight I sleep upright in a small cell in Sing Sing and sail the seven seas on Steve Irwins sting ray while your speed boats sinking Its still too soon Anyway screw an S.O.S Im straight S.S.S for save someones standards. Studied at Emerson the school of savage speech Sup Stanford? I spit sexier than Summer Sanders, Sarah Silverman, Susan Sarandon, Sissy Spacek, Sally Struthers, and Selena, spooning, in a 6-way same sex all S celebrity civil union So, you can slander the gay lisp and I will slip you a solid list of friends, or 60% of Emerson; who, lisp or no lisp, will stop, spit, stay pissed, and start all over on the racists You can save the South Korean stereotypes, the Sambo shtick, the sexist shit is sickening And if you suppose your speech is normal, its cause your impediment is listening Speak for those of us with something special. Something that sets us aside from my accent havers, my stammerers, my southerners, my st-st-stutterers, yes I will spit it sick and stick to never skipping S Cause I was, sucking on a soup spoon and I suckled it to sterling silver simple supple super soaker staying watching sister sister scenage syllables coming esophagus move up there this place is second place isolate oxygen theres no stopping this I start this step of speaking you should see that I will not desist Im sorry cause see, If you don't like a subtle lisp, then you can simply suck on thissssssss
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Watsky is a slam poet with a lisp. Probably not the best combination, but he manages to use it to his advantage, as shown in this poem. "S for Lisp" is about not only being comfortable with oneself and all that cliche stuff, but also about the liberty of language. Being able to say what you want, how you want, whenever you want. With a similar style of crude jokes and slightly obvious hyperboles, this poem not only shared a similar point or theme as mine, it was also written in a style similar to mine. A combination of those two points made selecting this piece as my reflection a no-brainer.
While my piece was more for laughs than to have a certain message, it still did have the underlying tone of freedom of language. Swearing in class, or talking through a lisp. Either way, you're doing something others might frown down on while you're pleased with it. Both "S for Lisp" and my piece, "Chad" share a deeper message. Or maybe I just really wanted to add a Watsky song into my story. One of the two.