I’m sorry I worry about how we are,
It’s bad and sad away I feel so far.
I ghast at the past unable to raise the bar,
Although love is above all else and scars.
I’m tarred and marked whilst making my memoir,
I relive unable to forgive until I talk Blah Blah,
Though that is deferred and unheard and off the radar-
Square one is no fun after ten years of war.
Unfair and outdone and no one to share ‘cept Tamar,
Her understanding the dirty landing and the bizarre.
Their was no hesitation for you taking station as Tsar,
Discarding an’ unregarding me and my sister,
To the abuse and public use of the opiate caviar.
With mother she no other permitting the pit too far.
Lost and at big cost did it come - Ra Ra,
You’d have owned it if you’d known it – Ta Ta.
Soon noon will dawn and we will be superstars.
HA HA.
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