I do not think that I can make
my eyes look the way that I used to
No matter what I do
A simple smoky eye means that I am unhappy
The red cape
The cropped trousers
Those wonderful aviators
I thank god each day for my cheekbones and yet still they talk
To be quite honest, I feel nothing
I don’t know why exactly
Those ladies walking the through Bergdorfs silently crying
Those tissues stuffed into Chanel purses
I never would be one of those
They are excessive and boring
So here I am
I do not understand this country
But I must admit that I have been so very lucky
Do you know how good I look in white?
Not everyone can but I do
When we are with the Europeans
it is I who they want to see
My beautiful table settings
They understand me
You should see the gown that came today
You would not believe it
To be honest, really, I am a queen
Sometimes even I cannot believe it
I do wish sometimes
that he would have a little something
Like an accident you know?
Maybe quickly, perhaps slowly
I don’t know
I have to protect my son
I go to the kitchen and think sometimes
when I’m with our chef
Do I have the strength?
What would I wear afterwards?
He will die soon and then I will be free.
So today I can smile and wait.
Everything will be fine.
Our chef is French and he understands me.
THE FIRST LADY HAS A STAND IN
IS MELANIA TRUMP REAL
WHAT IS DONALD DOING
DON'T GIVE US A RAW DEAL
THIS IS REALLY VERY SILLY
TO HAVE A DOUBLE ON YOUR ARM
IS MELANIA HIDING IN TRUMP TOWER
IN THE TOWER OUT OF HARM
LETS HOPE NO DOUBLE IS FILLING IN
FOR PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP
COME ON DONALD BE THE PRESIDENT
TO HELP US OVER THE ****
TRUMP CHRONICLES amazon.com
JUST HEARD ON THE NEWS OR THE FAKE NEWS THAT MELANIA HAS A STAND IN A DOUBLE WOW
51st State ain't a fit state,
so Uncle Scam can stick his free trade!
I'd rather stay home on Knifecrime Isle,
just avoid Babylon-don, globalist plague.
Yank planks shoot down Obamacare,
yet pledge to mass sidearm-chosis.
Superpower w/ a deathwish,
all of our nemesis.
Wall St. planet of collateral damage.
America, world's more than a star
in Melania's prayers!
Tinpot rocket kettles called black
by yuge orange imperialistic ***,
whilst Rust Belt runs on crystal ****
& cosmic chocolate fireguard called God.
Guess in America God can hear
you better from a golden tower...
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