The crowd’s murmurs quieted as the house lights
went down. With bated breath and
they waited for the show to start.
A melodic guitar riff echoed
across the stage,
the curtain slowly
drawn back to reveal nothing
but darkness. And then, the spotlight.
TailsDrawsJunk draws junk.
Sometimes that junk is robots.
Sometimes it’s really big and toothy monsters.
But no matter what, it’s gay.