By Arcassin Burnham

******* to her gums,
She was a super star,
Embarked on her legacy,
Including fancy cars,
That she always got in a wreak with,
When she didn't like it,
We don't know why,
There ain't no question,
If its a chance she'll take it,
Caviar taste badder than it should,
Scrunched up *******,
Make you get a hard wood,
But whatever,
Its pass September,
So take off that **** mask,
From your tough exterior,
You ain't no lady,
You are an emotic goddess,
Appreciated,
And led by many,
Miss mandy.