Carnival Hall of Distorting Mirrors
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If mirrors of themselves are green and not
Their frames, Rococo onyx framings, will
The looking glasses sprout pale orchids hot
As spider jungles as the women spill
Their husbands’ money for their boudoir walls?
If mirrors of themselves are mauve like blades
Carved out of amethyst, will palace halls
Fill up with chaise longue chintz in chinese shades?
If looking glasses come in pink (not in
Carved ivory wood frames), will their bathroom views
Reflect slick lipstick colors, make men spin
With sweat and make the mirrored women ooze.
Remember, everything in mirrors flips
About. A drag queen pouts her turned round lips.
~ Phillip Whidden
