DRAMA QUEEN

The sky is falling, you say --

No, it's just the warped way

You see, feel and think

That makes everything seem to stink.

This is surely the end, you say --

Your friends deserve hazard pay.

Big deal, Lucille, you sweat it all;

Did you see that -- what nerve, what gall!

It's huge, insurmountable, you say --

As each new trouble you relay.

It's horrible, unforgiveable;

It has rendered life unliveable!

I should be the Queen, you say --

And all should homage to you pay.

That's what all your drama is about,

What's behind that pretentious pout.