POETRY
Disco Drag Queen
Life and soul of the disco a celebration
The makeup piled on to his face
gets ready for his favorite place,
he slips into his sequined dress
the boys he knows he will impress.
In long stretch cars in rowdy bars
another fix for his padded bra,
cavorts the latest hip dance scene
living out his favorite dreams.
“He looks like an angel,
walks like an angel,
talks like an angel.” — Elvis.
when he flutters those wings,
we all know; he feels just like an angel.
Like John Travolta on the dance floor
he leads us as we shout for more.
Disco Drag Queen heads up the scene
our disco nights are filled with glitter, filled with sheen.
Thank you as always GB Rogut for giving my words a platform.🙏
Thank you all for reading and your precious time. Always. J. 🙏✨