Cleopatra Takeaway Egyptian Tears
Cleopatra's take-away
At the top of our street
Is quite obviously a failing be enterprise
Which it sadly pains me to say
Because there never ever seems to
be anybody inside apart from the
actual owner himself
And it looks like he has ploughed everything
in life he has into it including his heart and soul
And it's certainly not down to his lack of
enthusiasm , dedication want or willing
to do anything in his power to make it work
Rather than see his dream in ruined in
tatters and taken away
Through no fault of his own but fall victim
to one of life's cruel circumstance and irony
Sometimes you do not get out what
you put in or get your just desert's
And the roller shutter's permanently come
down with a sign in the middle simply saying
Closed
Open no longer for business
Bank , Hope & Dream foreclosure
Wrong Time - Wrong Place
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Isn't life hard to get through enough
feling sorry for one's own woes
As well as then having to see and feel
sorry for other poor souls as well
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