Is There A Hilton In Paris Or Jail? ... - Poem by Michael Gale
Is there a Hilton in Paris or jail? ...
Will she be long for a spell?
A file filled cake...
Will not pardon her escape from her mistake...
She is not royal too much, to live by our laws...
She can't get out with even her claws.
Being special, she thought, could not stop her...
From paying for her crime, while not behaving proper.
It's a real shame if she is alone in her cell...
After she gets out she'll just to friends largely brag and tell.
'I am special and pampered in treating'...
I've won against having to work hard labor and to reporters i'll
be constantly quoted as saying of hard work that fact is that i've won and have really beaten.
I'll tell all that being in jail is just a small little mistake...
I've been given the jail time served just like old Martha Stewart had served her time in Camp Cupcake.
Are both of these jails just alike? ...
I'll proudly shout it out into any old mike.
Twenty three days are just a short like stint...
Will Lindsey Lohan from this take as her hint?
Is just an actor's vacational rest.
It's indeed handy to be rich and famous and hardly go to jail...
For real long stretches of time we'll never have to spend time in a jail's cell's long spent spell.
This to all i proudly tell...
Going home tommorrow and live happily ever after and well.
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