Adam Lambert Poetry – Ode to the Cover: Issue 1081
Buy a copy. No, buy three.
One for me… and one for me,
And one for fellow lady frien’
Who might not get to B&N
Before the final one is gone
(Shortly after break of dawn).
He’s got the voice that makes our hearts
Race with lust tho’ we’re old tarts*.
Golden piped and glittered eye,
Chiseled features, pythoned thigh,
Who’d think that hot could be so sweet?
Rather knocks us off our feet.
Merchandisers, use your heads:
Make life-size prints to hang by beds.
And then, thou beauteous Glamboy Rage,
Hither come. Step off the page.
*Edited to fit the ambiance of this Salon.