Carrie

The closet always had its mysteries
The choices come and always tease
In your mind carry a subconscious mutiny
To twist that masculinity
 
Was it the skirts his father wore
That pleated kilt the sporrans draw
The flare and bounce as on he strode
Shapely legs with flesh exposed
 
For he would dress the same as that
With some femininity attached
Jean Harlow look that sultry vamp
Disguised always with a Philip Marlowe mac
 
Dark alleys where the clans all meet
A world of intrigue lies and cheats
A thin veneer is all you need  
Is you life just one false lead
 
A identity parade a line of dykes
High heels and fine denier tights
Your psyche with that gun is poked
The siren call you cant revoke
 
To cross dress and not wear flies
Your shadow changed to lady like
And sometime know you look "a Sight"
That crossroads judgment solved your plight