Drama Lamas
Drama Lamas, who lived in town,They'd prance around in glitter gowns,
They'd wear tall heels to show their butt,
With lip-stick smiles, they'd walk a-rut;
They'd greet me with some story bold,
To show how they were dressed with gold,
Proclaim to all how they did win,
Last night in bed, -though twas a sin;
Looking each day, for something more,
How they might bed a chicken (boy),
To fill their lack inside within,
To claim to all, they were not sin;
Each day the story did repeat,
with beer and laughter sought retreat,
From inner guilt that they were lost;
From thoughts of failure and of loss,
Each in his way would seek the Light,
A light each one had oh so bright,
But could not see, they all were blind,
Blind Queens of Yor, with smiles devine;
Alas these friends are here no more,
They laughed and pranced right out the door,
Their lip-stick gone, their butts are rust,
Their stories all but silence dust
We see in them, ourselves you see,
These prancing queens, that we would be,
Holding to death, our feedom right,
To Be appart from All --that's right;