Your family rejoiced
The day you arrived
Such pure perfection
Was never deprived
From your pedestal
You always reigned
Instilled with power
So dirty, so stained
Not any compassion
Nor hint of remorse
Just use then dispose
Formality, of course
You may act entitled
To his view, the elite
Instructed to line up
At your meet an greet
One glimpse, I knew
What a fake pious life
Greedy, spoiled bratt
Playing a trophy wife
©S. Austin Vincoski
