the GLITTER

In the Glitter we dance and play,

attention floods us,

an alluring display.

Cheek to Cheek we kiss and hug,

make our rounds through the masses smug,

they talk and comment of us so weird,

yet envy the attention geared.

We could care less of what they smirk,

for what we do is a lot of work.

Our hair and makeup, perfection at best,

Our outfits we make, to look unlike the rest.

Dripping in crystals, broken mirrors, and glitter,

We glow in the night, Picture Perfect Social litter.

We conjure a crowd, Crank the DJ up loud,

Our throne is the stage, which we bump and grind proud.

On our throne, we reign supreme,

to look down at the rest and survey the scene.

Crystal Glasses and grinding hips,

we go nuts when the GaGa track hits.

When all's said and done,

at the end of the fun, we do one more round

goodbyes, pictures, SHOTS?.... one last one.

LOV