Me! Me! Me!Ow!
Celebrate the dedicated celibate and throw thine hands up!
A new queen enters,
as the target on her back centers!
More real and fleshy than nibbling at centaurs for jollies,
in living color AND unafraid, a warrior; mind, body, and soul.
Stronger than any of the usual follies,
watching them line up like fillies
in big salt flake city.
No tongue to waggle,
you may beg it back or haggle,
though there is no better payment I receive, than the silence of those who misperceive.