The streets, be-littling as they were
made up the kingdom
of the lady upon the throne
The village of small-town outcasts
a wonderful meeting place for those who fell
from the grace of suburbia
and to pay their respects to a lovely soul
such as that of the icon they cherished
the stars, how they bowed to her every word
the Queen, whos former life as a boy with the heart of a girl
paved the roads for so many waiting to
reach acceptance and conquer their theories of beauty and glamour
the poets spoke of her as an entity
the muscians strummed their harps and pounded at their drums to tell the world of their savior
To kill the thoughts which haunted
their taunted ideas for ages before.
We all were her, from rag fiends to drag queens
and the gospel spoke of "Luster Luvless"