Parents well read

Daddy’s job blew

Mommy was a sucker

And, motherfucker, so are you

 

 

Did the village

Have to be helium?

Hillary’s words are a sage

And the whole world’s buying some

 

So tell me, girl, how did it feel,
When you Twisted Oliver’s arm?

The kitchen must’ve said no extra meals

Still, you worry about your emPathetic charm

 

Your life reads like a Gatsby joke

Decadence, you’ll find a starving pool

Never mind, what can’t be solved with coke?

Oh, darling, you must be a peaceful fool

 

The fire’s going out, honey

And the dream ain’t so great

Your oyster is not in fact the world

And suddenly the fault is that of fate?