It's a lot like life
dressed up like a pig in drag
that won't stop dancing
I find that fancy
albeit a little odd,
Try this on for size
Style me in makeup
and not just this rosatia,
Make me more normal
Shed this formal wear,
This liar's attire will expire
back to a pumpkin
around twelve at night
so let's dance until it hurts babe,
Let's light the dance hall on fire,
Let's be fucking weird
and take our clothes off,
We can make faces all night
at the old folk's home
until they chase us
through town on their hover rounds,
Let's just be in love
Let's just dress up nice
and get too drunk to function
and live a loud life
Absolutely brilliant
I will admit, I've been binge-reading all of your works, and it is - all of it - fucking amazing. I love this one so, so very much, especially those last four lines.
Wow
Thanks a lot for saying so! I Don't get to read half as many poems here as I like but I'll have to vis it your page and scroll through a few for sure. Thanks for reading my half hearted mess of poetry!
"Where do you go when nowhere feels like home?"-FBMF
Half hearted?
Hardly, I think. If this is half hearted then full steam would probably blow our minds.