She is lost to her shopping Rooms of shoes to be worn once or twice Instantly bored of her sunglasses She needs new bathrobes today.
The masses bleed for compassion, Babies torn from a mother’s breast Screaming in foreigners’ arms O soft spoken beauty This was your Evita moment To spread your magic fashion smile.
If you could shed a tear On your high Slavic cheeks And wave your wand! All, All will adore you!
She chooses a curious graffiti To wear on her coat To meet the children Freed from their cages. Her stance is quite clear; But the last angel who said “Well, let them eat cake!” Lost her head...
Her 15 minutes are up- The Third Estate brands her the *****! Just like all the arrogant queens She now hides from the world And surrounds herself with The carnival filth Who merry make In the hunger games.
How utterly contemptuous can one person be? Welcome Melania to the hall of fame of the world's ugliest souls.