Dancing Queen…

so obscene

to behave like you have licked

the cream, whipped

into a frenzy

as you embarrass us

coming to the stage

like the unhinged robot

in a disguise of self-deprecation

as its nuts and bolts come away,

come away,

come away, worked loose,

the puppet without her strings

is on the loose…

oh, may we have this dance

you believe in your head

we requested, and as you

pull another gun from out

of the bra straps, fluffy

good time girl in rapture

as she remembers screwing

the country in cornfields,

she shoots dead

another soul,

come away,

come away,

for today, you have marked our cards.

Dancing Queen…

you’re obscene.

 

Ian D. Hall 2018