A holiday poem for my WS friends!
Twas the night before Christmas at a millionaires estate,
Where Her Lie-ness was staying and lying in wait.
She knew the location of all of his things.
His checkbook, his car keys, his big diamond rings.
She had taken the presents from under the tree,
Cause as always she figured, "It's all about me!"
She couldn't be bothered with things like a job.
She'd take what she needed from Tom, Dick, and Bob.
It was texting and talking for her all day long.
And obsessively listening to one crazy song.
She'd lie about this, and she'd lie about that.
Why, she'd lie about nothing at the drop of a hat.
And the people around her, as strange as it seems,
Enabled her to live out her fantastic dreams.
For no one dared call her out on a lie.
Why, no one before had even dared try.
A victim, they called her, of pure circumstance.
With parents like hers, she never had a chance.
An over-bearing mother, a father who molested.
No wonder Her Lie-ness' sanity was tested.
So, they took her and hid her, for her own safties sake.
Now, she smiles and she smirks, as she's back on the take.
For she'll soon rob them blind and then hollar out "See ya!"
"I gotta start living out my Bella Vita!"
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