You ask for the possum to DJ your party tonight and the Trash Queen agrees. You and the cute critter head off for the camp where the little fella sets up and is soon ready to go. As soon as the beat drops you remember that possums are from Australia in the antipodes, and since you forgot to adjust the cables for the opposite polarity, all the beats are now upside down. For long moments, confusion reigns. Was this the metaphor all along? Then, to your surprise and relief, people kinda get the hang of it. Sure, the sound is upside down, but people can get down with that, or upside-down with that, as the case may be. The possum does a sweet set for everyone, and, when done, glides back to the Trash Queen's realm and a great night is had by all.