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"Send my regards to the two-faced bitch
Smiles like a cat but talks like a witch.
Acts like an angel but'll cut you good,
Says stupid things that no one else would."
"Nine is the number of times she's flipped me off,
To the teachers she'll turn her head and scoff.
She'll give free treats to the kids at camp,
With a leering face she'll tell you who's champ.
It's not fair her reputation's not a fragile piece,
Because at my conscious my own will cease.
"Oh, my, my, don't you cry.
Get off your high horse and look around, why?
The thing you're best at is to sit down and lie.
Power is best abused by ignorant fools,
Do us a favor and go choke on your jewels.
You refuse to learn about the other side,
When my mother went herself and died."
"Sitting pretty like a five-year-old brat,
Manner of a pretentious aristocrat.
Watching as others do the work,
Lifting a cup of tea, lips curling in a smirk."