TRACK 03: “Butt Plugged In (Live from the Open Mic Rebellion)

Consent-Forward Electro-Punk Cabaret – with Audience Participation) Theme: Radical pleasure, unapologetic protest, and plug-powered poetry, 🎧 SOUND DESIGN OVERVIEW Style & Mood: Electro-punk

[Intro – Spoken Over Sparse Beat]

Welcome to Open Mic Night, where the mic gets hot,
    and the plugs?
    Fully charged.

I signed my consent form with a glitter pen
    Wore my plug like a protest
    Sat down in shame...
    And rose up in silicone.

[Verse 1 – Spoken / Growled]

They said,
    “Keep it tight. Keep it neat.”
    But I showed up with something
    nestled discreet.

Section C, Row 5,
    Quiet as a stapler—
    But baby…
    I was blinking.

[Chorus – Sung with Crowd Chanting]

🎶
    I’m butt-plugged in, tuned to joy
    Power surging, rebel toy
    I vibrate with cause, hum in place
    Smile like a riot in HR’s face

Butt-plugged in, no shame in sight
    I moan with purpose, kiss with bite
    Don’t file me under silence, friend—
    I’m the form you can’t amend 🎶

[Verse 2 – Slam Style]

It’s not about the plug, per se.
    (Though she is magnificent.)

It’s about knowing your own body
    like you know your favorite swear word.

It’s about resistance that tickles,
    moans that map escape routes,
    orgasms filed under “Mutual Disruption.”

I carry my pleasure like protest.
    I clench for consent.
    I open for no one…
    unless they ask right.

[Bridge – Whispered Chant with Audience Call & Response]

“Who plugs in?”
    — WE PLUG IN.
    “Who owns their Yes?”
    — WE OWN OUR YES.
    “Who signs Form F-222 in glitter ink?”
    — I DO, BABY. TWICE.

[Final Chorus – Chaotic Joy]

🎶
    Butt-plugged in, reporting live
    From the rebellion where moans survive
    Sit on policy, stand for truth
    Arch for justice, grind for youth

No shame, no form, no corporate grin
    Just rebels, laughing, plugged right in 🎶

Outro:

Crowd erupts in consensual howls. A soft voice whispers:

“Thank you for coming.
    And coming.
    And coming.”

Slam of a file drawer.

Silence.

Then one… slow… buzz.

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[Intro – Spoken Over Sparse Beat] Welcome to Open Mic Night, where the mic gets hot, and the plugs? Fully charged. I signed my consent form with a glitter pen Wore my plug like a protest Sat down in shame... And rose up in silicone. [Verse 1 – Spoken / Growled] They said, “Keep it tight. Keep it neat.” But I showed up with something nestled discreet. Section C, Row 5, Quiet as a stapler— But baby… I was blinking. [Chorus – Sung with Crowd Chanting] 🎶 I’m butt-plugged in, tuned to joy Power surging, rebel toy I vibrate with cause, hum in place Smile like a riot in HR’s face Butt-plugged in, no shame in sight I moan with purpose, kiss with bite Don’t file me under silence, friend— I’m the form you can’t amend 🎶 [Verse 2 – Slam Style] It’s not about the plug, per se. (Though she is magnificent.) It’s about knowing your own body like you know your favorite swear word. It’s about resistance that tickles, moans that map escape routes, orgasms filed under “Mutual Disruption.” I carry my pleasure like protest. I clench for consent. I open for no one… unless they ask right. [Bridge – Whispered Chant with Audience Call & Response] “Who plugs in?” — WE PLUG IN. “Who owns their Yes?” — WE OWN OUR YES. “Who signs Form F-222 in glitter ink?” — I DO, BABY. TWICE. [Final Chorus – Chaotic Joy] 🎶 Butt-plugged in, reporting live From the rebellion where moans survive Sit on policy, stand for truth Arch for justice, grind for youth No shame, no form, no corporate grin Just rebels, laughing, plugged right in 🎶 Outro: Crowd erupts in consensual howls. A soft voice whispers: “Thank you for coming. And coming. And coming.” Slam of a file drawer. Silence. Then one… slow… buzz.

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