Finally,
after full-feathered outfits
and only tops that were tight,
the fit drag queen
came out as Wonder Woman.
I saw no bump below.
Was he a magician too?
I was laughed at
when I admitted,
'I checked it out.'
Was that, today,
too blatant a divulge?
Should it be ones genius,
today, that sees no bulge?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem that hints at one thing that sometimes we are too timid or stupid to see it or admit it.