I was doing so well - thinking I'd made it so far;
But now I feel as if my body is once again stuck behind bars;
Why did this happen - I did everything I was supposed too;
As my health deteriorates so fast - it's left me feeling so blue;
It seems as if my life will forever consist of unbearable pain;
As my once "well managed" life has now been flushed down the drain;
I was just starting to get my life back - it's so completely unfair;
Realizing the medications have stopped working has been hard to bare;
Knowing that I have lost my life again makes me breakdown and cry;
Acknowledging Im back at square one released a beast that tore me up inside;
I had so much to achieve such as college and volunteer work - where'd it all go?;
I've lost everything I worked so hard for - and why I wish I didn't know;
I feel as if my heart is broken - that I'll never function or be well;
As my chronic illnesses grab me by the throat ands drag me straight back to hell
My closet is a drag queen, full of designs; vibrant color.
reds, purples, oranges, pink, turquoise, green, silver and plum
nothing at all like closet of my mother
hers was filled with blues, tan, gray, all colors glum
whereas my clothes feature designs, patterns and cartoons
hers were blah, dour, bland, under-decorated, dull as white loons.
My house is like my closet, full of fluorescent greens, reds and pink.
My mother is gone now, still I know what this would make her think.
Words stay with me forever
A lot were careless with what they say
They made me feel I don't know my way
But I was once someone better
I know once my pieces are back together
I'll someday prove them all wrong
I know at least that I am strong
Everything they ever said, doesn't matter
As for my dearest and truthful lover,
I know he is just pointing out things,
He is not to blame for my inner sufferings,
He is with me even at my lowest until it is over
I feel he's carrying me, head on his shoulder,
I can always take it easy when he's with me,
He shows me how I can just simply be,
My soul is so tired, but I see this love is forever.
Just now I’ve met somebody beaux,
whom I perceive to truly glow
—(oh! anxiety—oh! fitful fret!)—
Somemany beaux (just now I’ve met!)
has flicked a spark of gaiety
O’! Fitful fret! O’ Anxiety!
for outfits worn—For, mask and mark
of gaiety has flicked a spark
to illumine a free soul born
for mask and mark, for outfits worn,
and who’d begun “woman”.—Hu(man?):
A free soul born to illumine.
Can you believe they all are one
(w(h)o)?man: human—and who’d begun
to truly glow—whom I perceive:
they all are one, can you believe?
Froggy went a courtin',
"Ribbit," he did sing,
altho' singing weren't his thing,
more like the punchline to a joke,
'Please don't smoke or I might croak.'
In the deep end of the pond
true love was his goal,
and by the dawn help to spawn
a few more tadpole souls.
Hopped on to a water lily
where he espied
a fine-looking froggy filly,
and in her mouth a red, red rose,
but wait, something's amiss,
one quick kiss and he froze...
just when he had it in the bag,
oh what a shame, ain't it silly,
our frogly friend hit a snag —
for the she was a he dressed in drag.
Henry was not a good painter at all
Until he channeled his Grandmother Gall
She made him dress in an imaginative way
Wearing her clothes and a hairbow gray
Henry’s paintings were suddenly very good
He began wearing Grandma’s sweatshirt and hood
So much better! His spirit guide said, guiding his hand.
He painted great but was the laugh of the land.
For people in a small town rarely get away
With dressing in drag for an hour, let alone a day
But Henry was dressing in gowns and aprons too
For his paintings were now selling as fast as his brushes flew.
A drag queen caused quite a disruption
with her latest drag show production.
While she sang with aplomb,
the full show was a bomb.
That's why she's called Eva Destruction.
At the Elks Club, the men blow a gasket
when they see the act for the Grand Banquet.
Her singing is so fine
and her dance is divine.
She's a drag queen: Helena Handbasket.
They took and took
Never looking to see if there would be anything left
That fire that once shown so bright
Nothing but a husk of an ember
Yet they continue to try taking
Nothing left but ashes
Still they take but now they choke
I’m nothing but dust now
But they choke
They cry
As tears run from their eyes
It seems they took too much
I turned to poison in their throats
Sunk into their souls and made them fill with rot
How sweet the sight
I may have rotted to nothing but at last
I’m dragging them down with me and the plummet is a sight beautiful beyond compare
This is the saddest day of my life,
But the day dosen't know that, the sky is so blue and the sunshine so bright.
No one looks and nobody cares as I stumble my way through the hours,
Everything just continuously drags,
I don't eat I don't drink I am just here.
I fear the coming night and the dreams it will hold,
But it's so far away as the time drags slowly on and on.
Eventually the light begins to fade, I know the time is near to the dark horrors that await,
I realise all of this as I am jolted by the twilight.
The store has an otherworldly glow
in a starless lot.
The few parked cars
have leagues of loneliness between them.
No one comes or goes, they merely slipstream
through a personal invisibility.
Beyond the electric slide of glass doors
the anchorless roam
between the high stacked
and glitter wrapped.
Anyone that matters in the daylight
is not here.
At the check-out he sees her,
dark moons slung from each ear,
she with the dragon tattoo arm sleeve,
her small, half-cupped breasts
daring anyone to be kind.
He wants to be near to her,
yet he is only an itinerant broker of bad news.
The few that are here will leave separately
to tunnel into more makeshift hours,
and he must drive far enough away
to be some distance from himself.
His life was a complete mess
His car was repossessed
He fixed his hair
And on a dare
Was a drag queen in a dress
Funny/Bawdy Limerick
Spoiled Milk
The milk man and Sue like to shag.
"The milkman sure digs me," she'd brag.
Well the milk man delivered!
And Sue sure got the shivers!
But the milk on the porch went bad.
So, that night, when Sue's husband came back,
She knew he'd surely notice the lack.
"No milk with my tea?
Oh how can this be?",
Teased the milkman, her husband in fact!
When long days drag on me
And my soul cries in the dark
Then I speak my prayer in sleight
And He slips it into my jar.
Prithee - give it wings to fly up
Beyond to the sapphire throne -
Leaving me amidst where I am
Yet I do not feel alone.
Someday when time is cut sharp -
I'll retrieve it from Whom I belong
And finding a full jar of prayers -
Know that I was never alone.
When your ride’n drag through the swelterin’ heat,
and you've bout had all the dust one-man can eat.
When the sweat’s running down from collar to boot,
just forty miles gone on a hundred-mile route.
The ass end of cattle is all you can see,
and the smell is so strong it makes your nose bleed.
When the flies are biting deep into your skin,
well now that's when the doubtin’ really begins.
You start to look back o'er the passing of years,
remembering the good times, laughter and tears.
You think about old friends, love, death and sorrow,
glory of the past and unknown tomorrow.
Oh, there’ve been choices I wish I'd never made,
some bar room fights where I should've walked away.
Times when I have left though I knew I should stay,
too busy drinking when I needed to pray.
It's been mostly all work and not much playing,
a whole lot of leaving and not much staying.
But if I had it to do over again,
I'm pretty sure I wouldn’t change a darn thing.
'It's a drag,' means it's not going well
'Queen of the drags,' one foot in hell
'They' preen and they prout, let it all hang out
'We're coming after your children,' they shout*
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*as reported by Fox News at today's NYC Gay
Pride Parade
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