a typewriter poem written for someone who reminds me of what I will be like in 30 years time! When I read it to her she said “How did you get inside my head?”
you’ve got to strike while the iron’s hot
get out there and properly live life
go for it and live in the moment
carpe diem – seize the day
no one else can say to me to stop
cos when I’m popping
hoo boy!
I’ve got that passion, that fire within
flaming away like my gay boys
who taught me to live life
uninhibited
no shyness no wryness no dryness
full on
always full on
mad Maggie – Mags the drag queen long ago
mad Maggie strikes while the iron’s hot
because what’s the point in striking when it’s cold
nothing will hold me back nothing at all
i am called to live a life in the open
out there for all to see and hear
truly me me and no one else
bonkers me emotional me life loving me
i will live my life unafraid, unashamed, unabashed
i will crash my way into the next life
and strike
while the iron’s hot