Born needs that poke and pry. Hungered treasure other eyes. Will to take, till love died. Happiness fought from ding-a-lings, Diamonds, bracelets, golden ring.
Other vultures heard her sing. Many others just like her. Picked partners she made purr. Close, not smart enough, To get away, with other’s stuff. Began to treat her ruff. Trouble followed everywhere.
Damage she left didn’t care. Tried to blame cards and stars. Attitude like one from Mars. Nothing ever got her far. Could never jump, that big bar.
Grab pirate’s top cigar. Now hangs from pover-tree, Still swings so needlessly. Envies all she has lost. Can’t acknowledge, just because, Little brain, mostly claws. Never found her Santa Cause.