lost onez
we wuz gonna be superstars
wid poofy hair and painted red lips
sashay our hips
across the stage
while the world worshiped
at out feet and the drumbeat
matched our heartbeat
and sent us higher
and we thought we reigned
we wuz Queens in our own right
dreaming expensive dreams
wid dangling hoop earrings
and trinkets and things
spending the imaginary millions
the Rock Man promised us
and all we had to do wuz choose
we wuz gonna be superstars
but the light burnt out
and the night turned cold
heat flashed around us
suffocating me teasing me
forcing me from my spot
hiding underneath the flesh
of my sister while the cameras rolled
Rock Man shook the hand
of Mr. Big Shot Man
his skeletal grin stretched tight
across his face
the Blue Boys came
and they took her away
slapped me in chains
we wuz gonna be free
from agony and tranquility
would flow through our souls
but the peace i got
looked not like the piece i sought
of the amerikan dream
my sister is dust
and me a former shell
of the raising hell
Queen i used to be
when the street lights come on
that’s my cue to be
the superstar i never wished to be
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