in the sunlit morning I awoke to enter the village a vast amount of seagulls flocked overhead yet my soul permeates through the duration of the walk an officer was assigned to watch the Lone Blue Lagoon a gay club as I entered i melted in my seat there were men around me swarming me like a bee a sip of wine and everything was so very fine a whole host of finger foods were on a table it was many years ago let the truth be told
all the way in P Town that a fare lad named Luigi had come out of the closet although those many years would pass I still had every reason to grasp the notion of a whisper while passing gas Luigi today is known as the village queer a Liberace of sorts with sweaters and torts has a coffee shop down by the beach his bagels and locks are to die for yes in 1975 he went to Studio 54 a hippie of sorts always dressed up in his shorts
very giving man let the reader understand until the day he got busted for ****** it was all in the news needles were found even in the coffee house's sofa now the village queer is doing time but everything is fine people still come by and shine