Descending from her nest as night time falls
Peering through the window of her limo
Fussing and fretting all the way to the club
Yet happier than she’s ever been
A drag queen on Halloween
How she stands out strutting along
Nocturnal tart in stilettos.
A tall fox turns heads and feeds off it
She's really got to be seen
This drag queen on Halloween
Under it all
Is it "wanna be" girl?
Masking her testosterone.
Does the black tie escort serve as more?
That's between the lady and her chaperone
She mimes on stage to diva tracks
And works the room to a feverish max.
Determined to hold the judges' eyes
She struts and twirls to moans and sighs.
Then long past seventeen she’s crowned
“Goddess of the Silver Screen!”
Just before dawn she gets back home
Kicking off heels elated,
A glass of champagne - It's over again
She was sassy in the extreme
Rolling a joint and musing on things
She’s got an entire year
To pull together that next show stopper
Maybe in sequined opaline
Time's on her side to get it down
To find the most revealing gown
With that splash of color
That dash of pizazz
'Cause to be the most stunning "femme fatale"
That is the ultimate dream
Of a drag queen on Halloween
© 2009 InnerBouquet Publishing
