Her Pitiful Majesty

You sit proudly on your self appointed throne

Giving your opinions

Like laws

While I watch coldly

Your squat, repulsive form

Seeing only flaws

 

Now I know you think

That you’re the queen

The leader

Number one

But you repel me

When you part your lips

To see your will is done

 

I know you think

You’re so unique

So absurdly well-informed

But give me leave to say

Your views appear

Ill-formed

 

So have your throne

Do what you will

Just don’t expect a bow

‘Cause if I were to utter truth:

You're an ignorant little cow

 

 

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

I love it. I like the rhymes and how you use quite uhh regal language to tell someone they are a cow.