Night Of The Wong

all seemed lost at the banal affair, drinks too weak and the wait too long

hack of a dj spinning the usual fare, just enough to ignite the fire that is Mr. Wong

a diva in dress clothes bursting at the seams, more of a peacock you will never meet

magneticly pulling every woman in the room,hip cracking hypnotism, slaves to his beat

until not a femme remained who had not been dipped, ground and slapped

as the crowd cheered, cat called, cooed and clapped 

some barely left with their skirts and their pants

the clear lesson boys is learn how to dance