If you can Dance till dawn and not be tired by Dancing,
.. Or, being bitched about, deal in bitching,
Or, being Crippled by your boots, not give way at the ankles,
.. And yet look too good for 3am in the morning;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - but not too loud for your hang over;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
.. And remember what to call them when not on Livejournal;
If you can bear to your corset laces;
.. tied by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the hair extensions you paid a fortune for broken,
.. And stoop, and fix 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can walk across a dark dancefloor;
.. and not get burned by some drunk princess who can't tell the difference between a cigaret and a fucking glow stick,
And despite 12 inch platforms, not lose your footing
.. nor scuff anyones winkle pickers;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
.. To serve your turn long after they are gone,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
.. But sound offended if some ned calls you count too much;
If you can fill All your luggage .. With sixty seven different outfits and complain you don have enough space. Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, .. And - which is more - you'll be a goth my son!