There once was a girl from Beverly Hills

who thought she was better than others.

She hated herself

She picked at herself

and jumped down the throat of her mother,

She drove in her beamer, was known as a screamer,

she wanted to have what she wanted,

right now.

She made such a fuss, about Prada and such,

she couldn't be touched, she couldn't feel much,

she lost 30 pounds so her friends wouldn't howl,

her friends wouldn't gossip and call her a cow.

When her hair was all done, her new makeup on,

she certainly looked quite angelic.

But Satan spewed forth,

west, east, south and north, her telephone manners displayed

nothing more than

an ungrateful, spoiled little unbridled bore

who sat on the floor

and screamed bring me