Fringe Frocked lesser queens are drags.
Aquarian eyes, blondes all Ambien moths.
Girl! rides the Cat bus as wig-less Pricilla coughs
Haphazardly half naked, half baked on gorilla goo
At any moment, look the part of unLucky Lou.
Girl, don't talk, better not (in daylight Barry White)
Silence compliments illusion, "Shirley's lip-sync tonight! "
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