Regina, FTW!

Let us speak plainly now!
Don’t preach a muddied verse.
I don’t want to hear a love song
of how you loved your first. Or how
you’re lonely like a drought
and how bad you want the rain.
May we create a newer bout?
A predictable refrain?

Like:
Ba ba ba ba ba
Regina for the win.
Ba ba ba ba ba
Regina for the win.

No more pressure for the writer
if there’s no cynics to retort
all the “blatant contradictions”
when all I try to do is sort out
gray sky from the blue,
old from the new.
Old tricks for the new dog
sans a clue.
(Grey sky from the blue,
old from the new)
Regina, listen up,
This one’s for you:

Singing:
Ba ba ba ba ba
SHOUTING:
BA BA BA BA BA
Singing:
Ba ba ba ba ba
SHOUTING:
BA BA BA BA BA