I'm a Drag Queen

I'm a closet drag queen--
that's clear to me now:
Too modest to be seen.

I'll writ[h]e and preen.
I'll especially show
my tootsies, 'cause I'm the Footsie Queen!

But I'll dance on my own screen,
mostly. Won't take a bow,
'cause I'm too modest to be seen

by others. I blow the scene,
but the screen comes hard, and how,
'cause I'm a selfy drag queen.

I'll remain
shut behind this fourth wall--
always too modest to be seen.

I'll display my sexy feet
(winning Best of Show!).
in my own dog show.
I'm a bone-ified drag queen:
Too modest to be seen.

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