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