Her face was beautiful, like Homey the Clown.
She was King of the Drag-Queens, she was so down.
Down with America, down with the Donald.
With a hair up her ass, to drive herself wild.
She loved heavy makeup, applied with a paint brush.
With 2 or 3 inches of rosy-red, gaudy-ass blush.
Her name was Clarence, she called herself Cassie.
Everyone knew her as nasty, Shagnasty.
She was a go-getter, she loved a parade.
Her stage name is Ethyl, she claims highest grade.
She loves stiletto heels, with fishnet pantyhose.
She’s down with debauchery, where anything goes.
She loves a long runway, for parading her stuff.
Of the hooting and hollering, she can’t get enough.
She loves grooming young boys, her favorite pastime.
All this in one package, called American Slime.
She has no problem with her brand of perversion.
She can’t understand why some folks have an aversion.
When home, alone in her bed, she silently cries.
Wishing she’d never, bought all those lies.
She would never admit it, but she knows the truth.
Her llfe is a mockery, nothing but uncouth.
But hey, this is America and she’s a big star.
She loves strutting her stuff, down a long bar.
D.L. Crockett — 7/2/22