My Prerogative

I can be fat
and fabulous
in my own backyard.
Don't like it?
Then don't look so hard.
I can be fat
and fabulous
in my own backyard.

I can or won't wear
whatever I do or don't want,
in my own backyard.

That's my space
to trapse around
in tutus and thongs,
forest green frilly sweaters
and purple polka dotted sarongs.
In flip flops with wet towels
wrapped about my frock
like a just don't give a fock.

Cause I don't,
it's my damn backyard.
I can be fat,
and fabulous
in my damn backyard.

I don't have to be accepted
by anyone's crappy moral
judgements,
and I don't have to hide
my backside in some corporate
suit that sucks to wear.
Hell, I don't even have to
brush my hair in my own
damn backyard.

I can eat Cheetos
unabashedly,
without fear of snears
and societal pose
in my own damn backyard.
I can eat milkyways
coated in caramel
and stare at the stars
while smudging all
of the bad karma away...
Nekkid as the day I was born,
in my own god damn backyard.