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Drama Queen

September 23, 2013


The Drama Queen, sat high on her throne

happy in company, and never alone.

Keen to please, seemingly at ease.

Happy to age, with grace on life’s stage

A throng surrounding, chatter away

in this manner, proceeds every day

Till denied the attention

she panics with incomprehension

What to do to fill this void?

All resources must be employed

have a fit, raise a voice,

start to quiver

bang a door, stomp around

cry a river

shout obscenity and hammer the walls

till the cookie crumbles and finally falls

all eyes back on her, peace at last

the rubble has settled, the die has been cast

the people around are shaken and stirred.

All non-queen related thoughts, incurably blurred.

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