I stepped out of the church,
There you were dressed in blue.
Hadn't seen you in a while,
Forgot I'd decided to be mean to you.
Quite a paradox it was really,
Seeing Jesus and Satan in the same frame.
Never having learned to be nasty like you,
I smiled real wide when you called out my name.
Your hair and soul the same old mess,
You're one person I keep trying to forget.
Had hoped I would be famous before we met next,
It's sad I'm not the CEO of Coca Cola just yet.
My naughtiness having always been malice-free,
I never got why you played China to my Tibet.
Wished the news channels helped you keep tabs on me,
But they don't call me the next Barkha Dutt just yet.
Your core competencies and claws drawn out,
When I said 'Arts' you smiled like you just won a bet.
While I'm having a déjà vu, you enjoy your moment,
For you see, I've not won an Oscar just yet.
Our thirty years age difference meaning nothing to you,
On giving me and my girls hell you were set.
The next time we meet you're going to know what I've been up to,
Guess what? Angelina Jolie hasn't adopted me just yet.
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