Poetry and stuff. Yay. Some serious and depressing, some of it just for kicks, some metaphorical (but obviously so). Have fun! "Cursed in My Arms"
Under the stars that were ours, there we are, see our scars?
We converse on the surf, did we know we were cursed?
In my arms you were charmed, I'd never let you be harmed
Then you sighed, I asked why, "will you cry when this dies?"
I was shocked but unlocked, in your eyes I was caught
"There is pain in this game, but the strain is for gain"
Will we end? You descend, where wil I be then?
Not alone, never home, not as birght as we shone
Now the sky is too high, I cry as we die "Sausage in a Bun"
with Horatio Q. Hackenbush
Oh sausage, in my bun
Steaming, bursting, comdomented
Sliding softly on my tongue
No inch of sausage lay neglected
I life the sausage, my mouth awaiting
Beautiful sausage, I can't wait to eat
I wish top bite, I'm salivating
The sweet and juicy meat
In my bun it nestles, comfy, warm
I grasp it gently as it slips
I regard the sausage, its perfect form
Sliding in my mouth, smooth past my lips
The sausage in a bun, I slowly devour
So good I think I'll have another, lunch is in an hour... "Encounter"
Oh Goddess, oh Cher! You're beautiful there!
You're wonderous, you're fab, you're the one to be had
You're strutting, you're strong, you just can't do it wrong
You're Cher, its your way, what else can I say?
You're fabulous Cher, witht he things that you wear, and you're there, oh Goddess, oh Cher... Drag Queen Poems
Ooh, the chic, the demure, the meek
Falunting the fab, the satin, in drag
Glitters and gleams, sans hips, make a scene
Walk into a room, draw eyes, light the gloom
High heels, blood red, bat your eyes, knock 'em dead
A Queen, yes you are, and you're the most by far
In drag in drag, your boobs donb't sag
You're neat, you're sweet, you strut to the beat
Your lips, your hips, in frock, blow a kiss
You're glam, you're a man, in heels, there you stand
You're a Queen, you're seen, you're beautiful and mean
You have fun, you're the one, and you're some mother's son 
"Song of the Promiscuous Gay Man"
That love that's so foreign, this heart doesn't bleed
Indeed I'm destroyin' everything that I need
This heart doesn't patter at the thought of those words
Those words are just chatter that is said to be heard
I've got cynicism like a true pessimist
Your kiss and you jizzom aren't worth all of this
So say I'm just playing, so say I'm too cold
So bold to be saying I'll love when I'm old "Golden"
Wheat-headed wonder, my golden boy
Taken me under, forever his toy
Puppet master, I adore my strings
Fiddle me faster, I'll dance if you'll you sing
Show me the world, read me to sleep
In your arms I've curled, going down deep
My wonder boy, my golden man
My only joy in this fantasy land |
