Pink Punk Not Steampunk
are you saying steampunk? I asked the woman with the invite.
she threw back her head and showed her pearly teeth, white.
I said pink-punk, she told me, come by on Saturday night.
I had never seen pink-punk before, it was quite a sight.
plastic Paris, prissiness, poodles, pretty pompousness, a plight.
I had to leave early, unfortunately, for I had an early flight.
but I will never forget seeing pink-punk in Paris that night.
I am so glad the strange woman handed me that invite.
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