Pigs in Drag

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

 

 

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ReilaMorello's picture

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.

Callis.at.the.Palace's picture

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

ReilaMorello's picture

Half hearted?

Hardly, I think. If this is half hearted then full steam would probably blow our minds.