American Tragedies
Your world is falling apart while you’re just trying to put on a musical.
I’d like to propose a toast.
Here’s to the Ladies Who Lunch—
Everybody laugh—
Lounging in their caftans
and planning a brunch
On their own behalf
And looking grim
‘Cause they’ve been sitting Choosing a hat
Does anyone still wear a hat?
I’ll drink to that
A Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader and the stamina to supplement the ultimate
American dream.
Scarlet red carnation boutonnières and evening dress codes.
Black tie to feel something, black tie as the ultimate escape, the pinnacle of feeling
good.
Cummerbunds on a lady.
Humorous philosophy and the bounce of a pom-pom. Flamboyance.
An untrustworthy narrator, a period piece conceptualized by someone born 20 years after the period.
Send in the clowns
Inflation core
Angelique, the angel of death
The purpose of my job is to offer an escape, and boy do we need one.
It’s Showtime folks!
No comments:
Post a Comment