Don your fiery red wig
and the matching high heels.
It's time you take to the streets.
Let your queerness reverberate
off of the old southern, red bricks.

Smack your lips
and their new shining color.
Purple Poinsettia shimmers
more than Lavender Petals.

Click your pumps and shake
what you've got. Prance
on your toes 'cause cobblestone
is no place for stilettos…
and the strained effort gives lift to your ass.

Fill those knee-highs with rice
and don't forget, Queens always wear
a bra, don long lashes, and slim down
their hands with those cheap ass acrylics.

Now strut…heel to toe!
Lift that arm and wave
like you're Miss America, blow
kisses at the cat-calls and smile,
'cause we're all family here.

Oh, and lick that cigarette girl!
Like it's the last puff you'll ever get.

07/02/2006

Posted on 07/02/2006
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