Gypsy Queen

I was followed by a lot of gypsies for awhile.

I didn't know what to do about it.

The climax was at the Greyhound,

the King was there I found,

and maybe wanted to make me their queen.

Healthcare, cottage industries,
legitimacy in the world swirled
around that possibility.

I got off the bus of like fifty
gypsies of three generations,

and met a man on a street who
confirmed my aspiration.

I said I was family but
without commitment,

they went a way, away.

Now, Madonna is standing up

for the Roma and the woman at
the gym I was mean to

is sufficed in having an
advocate again.