Just finished grab
And how SSB tried to grab ... everything the child held ..
she could barley contain herself
And snorts ... special video coming of your failings as a semi adult
Time for a very apt .. blast from the past
Never more heartfelt and totally in tune with today’s ... shite
Viva La Loca
Viva La Loca
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Dec 22, 2020
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#630
Dear Stephanie, Isabelle and of course Nati,
The chateau diaries bucolic certainly made me spew vitriolic
Because you made me feel sick in a pandemic
At the end of the day that’s not my way, but one things for sure I will have my say.
You certainly are needy and exceptionally greedy
You just want to live off any old give
When will you learn, that respect is earnt
and bridges are very easily burnt
A show of presence brings more joy than you receiving presents
Well, you can’t re-take, we all know you’re so fake
Raking it in living in original sin
For a little chalet that is a large folly
Where you only stay to drink your bolli
And host B&B just to show willing
That you’re doing work that is fulfilling.
They way you pretend to be everyone’s friend
Well, they’re volunteers and they do have ears
They probably went there with misplaced care
Or drifting through life of escaping strife
Some maybe are lost and being there could cost
them their mind when all they will find
Is you in your tower full of pretension
Some went to help when you gave a little yelp
Lots are performers thinking it’s all just normal
What about the lady
Who saved, saved and saved
So she could give and boy she gave
To a little princess who’s far from the best
You deserve a slap in the face
From us who work hard in the rat race.
You may think I’m jealous but let me assure you
I have plenty of money that I consider to be honey
It sticks to me like glue and I’m certainly not giving to you
I work hard because I enjoy it
It’s private investments and totally independent.
You can look down your nose ‘cause you don’t like my prose
I may express like Dappy but that makes me happy
Try it to beats and move those stiff feet
You could always get your mum to send you a drum.
But to be fair, you can see that I care
About the liars who fry up
Tales of woe just for a show
We know that you read here and react from the feed
What about Shade CNN suddenly grabbing her pen
Because I know someone who lived with Piers Morgan
And your association of not for profit patreon
Only set up when people asked too many questions
And your use of the word folks
Are you yanking my yolk!
The exclusive MM in the top chat is a lurking rat
It’s probably Mason sent there to rinse people
By starting the spin of giving to the fickle
You hustle in a bustle
Shove your boobs in a tube
Pretending it won’t fit, you’re so full of it.
If I ever meet you, I certainly won’t greet you
I will turn my back before I yak
I’ve said it before, I transition and more
I’m like a chameleon
Undermining the wrong I happen upon
I’m sure you’ll spin the affray
And always get your own way
I will wish you good luck, with your vlog that sucks
But remember that karma, is real and exists
And isn’t just something for covid lists.
You’ve gone far this time, walking a thin stretched line
That runs deeper than the moat wrapped in a fur coat
Or the story of the lake that is so fake
You’re hiding the truth, behind a mistake
Yet you’re wielding the lake as a money grabbing rake.
As for the mower, well that was a grower
You should look after your things
instead of lusting after more diamond rings
You should have thought earlier about paying for servants
Dan isn’t stupid, when he was asked to cook gravy
The man was wearing a suit not digging for roots
I’m glad he walked away, probably shaking his head
While Potts had to look at yet another sunset
Much more important then actually seeing to guests
Especially ones who always try their best.
You don’t have a business mind
And I don’t find you kind
If you were a nicer person
I could help teach you the lesson
Of how to make something great
Without using the rake
For an Oxford graduate you seem pretty thick
With morals askew, but that’s nothing new
Life is a party wrapped up in Cartier
But I’m more humble and would rather help people with need
Who live on the streets ‘cause they come from bad seed.
I’ve flicked the switch and ditched the glitch
That invaded my mind with all her kind
You are like a steroid in a small covid void
Playing with minds that can be so fragile
Mine became angry
Others use it as feed to fulfil their need
While you suckle at the breast in a self-created nest, feeding on greed.
I rarely drink because I like to think
I rarely smoke weed to fulfil my needs
I like to joke, dance and laugh
And nurture people to be the best they can be
Just telling you that
So that you can see
I am a woman with integrity.
Well my little shower
I wrote this in a hour
Imagine what I could do
If I really went for you
You’ve upset a lot of people
From up in your crumbling steeple
Your vlog may be global
But people here are noble
And deeply understand
Your vacuous need to be showy and grand
Is churning out a reality that is considerably bland.
So pick up your mule and get on with yule
You’re just an old fool not a lord of misrule.
Merry Christmas!!!
Last edited: Dec 22, 2020
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