“People tell me they idolize me, want to be like me, but I tell them, 'trust me, you don't want my life.' I've been a very tortured soul.”
Quote by Phil Spector (Found guilty of murdering Lana Clarkson).
You feel like a highflyer.
Music being your crutch.
Nothing but a cynic liar.
You deceive yourself so much.
I’ll never get over that fact,
That beautiful lady was my friend.
Why couldn’t you leave her intact?
Her wonderful life you had the end.
You thought of yourself as a messiah.
You knew you wouldn’t stay.
Your ego burned brighter than fire.
Was your guardian angel in play?
Now you languish in that jail.
In your cell you lie alone.
Your guards are each prison rail.
With remorse for your sins, you can atone.
For our poor Lana, your sorry is too late.
For you now, all we have is hate.
A lifetime in hell is now your fate.
And all you can do now is wait.
Since I've turned 3 quarters of a century old
And have a hole in my heart I'm told
Sitting on top of that a small tumor
This definitely isn't a run away rumor
I am old and slightly fat(well some say obese)
Controlled diabetes on top of that
Hypertension makes its mark
Sometimes I even seem smart .
Then coronavirus hit the world
It set our lives in a whirl
So grocery shopping is done online
It takes me twice as much time
I carefully place my total order
After asking my husband if he needs water
And my grandson what snacks needed
Then click the button and I 've conceded
In a few days we ride to acquire
What the staff at Wally World think I desire
Well, I may not have tissue to wipe
my nose and my derriere but some grapes(what luck!)
Each week I play Russian Roulette
With exactly what I will get
I hope the circumstances play a part
For my husband likes me shopping a la carte
I may even buy a small camera
Slip it in and say I ordered Samera(he'd never know)
I could start getting more of what I desire
Less to cook so we can eat like a highflyer(get carry out)
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