When you needed me,
I was always around;
Even if I was not,
I could easily be found.

The times of joy we shared,
how dear are they to you?
Or do they merely amount to a big joke,
a cure for when you're feeling blue?

Here comes a time I need you most,
when your presence is of essence;
But where art thou, my friend?
All I see is your absence.

You know what this means to me,
yet you never bother to care;
All you desire is making merry,
The sweat is never your affair.

To give is better than to receive,
how wonderfully true that can be;
But somehow, I fear I have given too much,
now there's nothing left in me.

It's time for me to review,
the truth behind our friendship;
Perhaps it was always an one-way thing,
and you just never let that slip.

Or perhaps you've grown tired of me,
and wish to seek new company;
If that is true, then I must confess,
you've hurtfully disappointed me.

The Queen Tells It Like It Is

Her Majesty
Crowned 3rd Oct 1989
Can crack a walnut with her butt NastyLawn-mower
Pain in the arse
Be afraidBe very afraid


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Can You Make The Queen?

How to make a Cassandra

Ingredients: 1 part pride 1 part crazyiness 5 parts ego

Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of lovability