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| Cross Dressers Reality Rag |
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| Poetry Cycles - Symposium |
| Lisa Jain Thompson |
| Thursday, 04 January 2007 13:30 |
 Cross Dressers Reality Rag
A serial killer is stalking Springfield, Virginia,
Preying on older single women in their homes. In the four cases so far, There is no sign of forced entry. The only common thread is that All his victims are older women. All of you trannies, you'd better watch out,
The Springfield Slasher is up and about He doesn't care about your mat make-up, Or how you dress in your house. And it's 1, 2, 3, 4
What are you worried about? There's no difference between a woman and man, He don't care about your silicon; And it's 5, 6, 7, 8
Open up those pearly gates.
All of you dressers crossing over the line,
Getting in touch with your feminine side, All of your dresses and political rants Ain't much help against a knife. And it's 1, 2, 3, 4
What are you worried about? There's no difference between a woman and man, He don't care about your silicon; And it's 5, 6, 7, 8
Open up those pearly gates.
So if you think this is all a game,
That women and men are both the same, Be ready to learn how it really feels To be a woman among all these men, To be a woman when you cannot run, To be a woman all the time. And it's 1, 2, 3, 4
What are you worried about? There's no difference between a woman and man, He don't care about your silicon; And it's 5, 6, 7, 8
Open up those pearly gates:
This could be your dying day.
Lisa Jain Thompson January 2007
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