The Rich B*tch - Poem by Paula Glynn
See the rich b*tch coming:
Oh! She has so much money:
So much you could fill over fifty tills.
Thinking about how she has it all,
The rich b*tch wears her diamonds to the ball.
The lace of her gown,
Makes her frown:
For perhaps it's shorn?
They all talk of her fabrics and pearls,
For she has been all around the world.
She knows every sight:
No matter how small,
For she has seen and done it all.
The rich b*tch is the expert:
Listen to her talk.
She'll never deceive you,
Until you walk her walk.
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