Shailyn Sooter

(Portland)

Mademoiselle Hoodrat


Queen of the downtown scene
Is making loads of dosh, of green,
Of paperbacks, you feeling me?
She's ready to flee, she's ready to leave.

If the urban princess thinks you're cool,
You're in, you've made it, you're no longer
A fool who struggles for every compliment.
Under her rule, if you're in, you're golden.

The street youth duchess is sick of the
Hypocrisy that runs rampant in her streets.
Pick a side, pick a flavor, pick a ride
And make that paper.

Madame Hoodrat is the ultimate boss
Living a flossy life, a luxurious toss
Of the dice of fate who will make the call
And end the story once and for all.

Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014

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