Divas' Intelligentsia

I was like another person
when I wore the blue wig,

It would have scared
Monica's cat.

But at the ball,
it just made me feel
anonymous.

I could do as I pleased.
And I did.

I fell onto the floor. I
got drunk and kissed
boys of all sexes.

We had all gone
in costume, dressed
as our inner selves.

Neighbourhood starlets,
gays, geishas, pimps,
small Asians, divas.

It was the last goodbye
and the first hello.
It was the cat's meow.