Ode to Nuuly

You set your price Then asked for more So I danced for a daddy And still ended up poor With no clothes of my own I go back into the closet that beacons Never again looking like gay disco ball throw up Will Claudia continue? I do not know What will the nyt write about Without pasta farfalle I will miss the little lunch box suitcase that I carried around I was the best marketing campaign You could have ever found No really! I got Katie a month of your box For her 27th birthday Kentucky had never seen such high fashion That she brought to her elementary school each day With fewer “I love your x” Is my pronoun still they? But leo szn is coming Of course I’ll find my slay I tnx u for the mmrs, nuuly Don’t worry darlin, I’ll be okay For fucks sake It’s New York City baby!