Glad Rags

Put your glad rags on.
Do your face.
Style your hair.

By tomorrow.
No one will really care.

The lights will blind you.
Your head will swell up.
Like a balloon.

As the crowd applauds the songs.
You will feel like
the only person in the room.

Everything you thought was wrong.
Will ultimately be right.

You won’t know.
Which side you thought
you were on.

Exit stage left.
To rapture
and be gone.