Alexa play music from 1982.
Under Pressure.
No fucking way.
Timeless artist, immortal song,
Freddie, you cunt ,you died much too young.
What would you make of today?
Would you love me, your Mary,
Your celibate wife?
Would you cherish me through my decay?
Is it the cats? The drink? Are you bored?
Do I stink?
Death comes to us all, as they say.
We are stardust,
You are golden.
I grow wise,
I’m emboldened.
You glitter,
I wither away.
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