X vs. O

Below is an awesome video of a poem called X vs. O, both by Azrienoch aka Jeff Smith-Luedke. If you like this, you should check out his site and YouTube channel. Awesome stuff!

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Keep reading for the lyrics to the poem.

X vs. O by Azrienoch aka Jeff Smith-Luedke

“XOXO” the letter concluded
and left us confused as to which letter alluded
to hugs and which letter alluded to kisses
To know which was which in letters from misses
My arms make an O, but our arms make an X
And my lips make an O, especially in sex
But X is nowhere, except for my eyes
When I shut my eyes tight and prepare for surprise
So it seems pretty clear that X is embrace
And O is for when I make my O-face.
But some people just won’t put X in that spot
They think the reverse, which is likewise, but not.

Back when the Tic-Tac-Toe Battle began
It was on ONN and all over X-SPAN
The X’s revolted, took over the O’s
Sx xxdles xf wxrds lxxked glxxmy, mxrxse
because O is what eyes do when they’re alive
and X is what eyes do when they have died.
It was then that the battle got out of hand
As they raced to replace all O’s of the land
But there were so many, they could only edge in
By the time that the O’s took o’er religion.
Praying “O Lord,” and “O God” they cried
long after the X’s had God crucified.

So the X’s moved on to movies of sexes
having sex with all sexes, marked by triple X’s
So whenever they played everybody would see
This movie with letters three letters from Z.
They conquered a nation with X generation
An X and another for feminization.
Yet, still so far from defeating the O’s
Who had taken to numbers, becoming zeros
The X’s had their backs to the wall
And in vain, X became any number at all.

The O’s campaigned in disinformation
Giving the X’s a bad reputation
Disfortuned assortments of connotation
Were forced to perform self-immolation
bearing the mark of an Aryan nation
The X, an abominant alliteration!
You can see the direction the battle did go
This great battle, the Battle of Tic-Tac-Toe.
The X’s defeat was as fatal as lethal
To be thought of as malice, as poison, as evil,

O is wherever good things reside
(To be good, you need two O’s inside.)
O is for “open,” while X is to shun.
X’s are toxic. O, oxygen.
O is for marriage, while X, for divorce.
We become both spoils and follies of wars
Joining the O’s in X’s persecution.
We forget X is the sign of revolution.
So say what you will, and come what may,
You just might end up needing X’s some day.