El Rey

The solitary fool orders up a round
A glass raised to the sacred whores
Each resplendent on the dance floor
Their precision caught in strobes

Lady's Gaga, Cum What May
The DJ plays his picks
Thoroughly loves to watch them sweat
Puppets to the beat he provides

The fool finally meets his match
Faded darling in a leather skirt
Might just turn out to be his queen
And he her king to the core

He orders up another round
Nods to the gods along the rail
His queen, radiant as El Rey allows,
Names her price before they hit the road.