It’s a sonnet:
Lady Gaga sing your songs, sing them proud!
I am in the audience, listening,
To your sweet voice amongst the jostled crowd.
I stand in bedazzled shorts, glistening,
In hopes that you my dear, my love, will see-
That I am wearing the official pin,
Of ‘The Lady Gaga Fan Club: Sector B’.
(By the way I knew that you weren’t a him)
My purse is filled with many collectibles
From cigarette-glasses to chunks of hair,
From black gloves to Ra Ra inject-ables.
I inch closer to you, please catch my stare!
But the security guards come and club me,
Yet I still know that this love is meant to be…
