Old young Paris, one day she got outta jail...
Todays she's out on a medical exscuse that she broke a nail.
I guess fame and fortune is a get outta jail pass...
Those judges, lawyers and prison officials can just kiss my ass.
Poor little rich bitch...
If she'd have to stay incarcerated she'd most likely turn into a conniving
surviving, tattle tailed snitch.
Many people could hear 'Where's the money, honey? ...
Something in Denmark is smelly and funny.
'Wah! , Wah! ' she cried in jail to her attorney and the judge...
No more caviar, or ice cream or even dark chocolate fudge.
She got away with breaking the law...
Only because the wheels of justice were greased by her very, very rich and wealthy Maw and Paw!
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-money-and-fame-count-when-you-re-in-paris-he-said/
