Madge the sladge

I was sitting watching TV the other day when this gigantic penny dropped for me. Seriously, it was like the size of Enriques mole, which now apparently lives in a jar next to some fans bed. Don’t get me wrong, i’m not dissing Enrique, schucks, I would prefer to look like him than me in a blink but it must’ve sucked spending the first 30 years of his life seeing photographers struggle to hide the right side of his face away. Hiding that mole is an event comparible to a Solar eclipse of the moon. Perhaps David Copperfield should have been his make-up artist, he even hid a jumbo jet away once…

Imagine only ever letting peeps take pics of the left side of your face :::

But this isn’t about Enrique or his mole, the penny that dropped was about someone else… So I was sittin on the couch looking all cool and stuff when this thing came on about Madge, she was running around on stage in Japan with her hand down her pants and her tongue flappin’ ’round like a basset hound. (My rhymes are ill, peace) The program called her the “QUEEN OF POP”.

Then it struck me, At 47 years old with 2 kids, the inventor of the Pyramid bra, ex-girlfriend to Dennis Rodman, publisher of a book called “SEX” and still running around with her hand in her pants on stage, she’s not the “QUEEN OF POP”, she’s more like the “QUEEN OF WORS”! What a skank! Madonna the “Queen of Pop and Wors”. What do her kids think when they see her runnin’ around girating on the microphone stand? There’re some deep seated emotional issues coming up there. Madge’s kids are certainly gonna be interesting. Watch that space…