By Isabelle Rogers
Rockstar, rockstar,
my heart is full of grief.
I recall you sang about it
last night through your teeth.
Rockstar, rockstar,
my bones can take no more.
When you left Orleans with my compositions,
my love departed through the door.
So, another chance is what you crave?
Another batch of songs you wish to enslave?
I say your avarice is much too grave and
how I wish you’d just fade.
Say what? You dare threaten my life?
You wish to cause me so much strife
just for denying what isn’t within your right!
What a talentless oaf I behold this night.
Cecilia, Cecilia!
Why must you be so crass?
Surely you know how crucial
your works are to make my career last?
Phone recording.
Truth comes out.
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BELOVED ROCKSTAR IS A FRAUD.
TRUE SONGWRITER DESERVES THE APPLAUSE.