Michelle Peron

(Sung to the tune of “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina”)


Michelle perrrone

(Photo by Blue Star Chronicles)

It won’t be easy
You’ll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
But I still need more cash
After all that I’ve spent
You are beneath me
I use to be
Just “the girl no one knew”
But now I’m dressed up to the nines
Not sixes and sevens like you.

I had to make it happen
The “Hope” and “Change”
Couldn’t stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window
Missing out on the fun
I’m in the White House
Running around buying everything new
But nothing impressed you at all
Good thing I don’t care about you.

Don’t cry to me all you losers
The truth is I never loved you
Through my vacations
My mad pretenses
You’ll tighten your belts
I have expenses.

And as for fortune and as for fame
They’re all I ever cared about
Though I said it was you
They were all I desired
For your intrusion
I have the solution
A weapon of stealth
The answer was there all the time
Called Redistribution of Wealth

Don’t bother me all you peons
The truth is I never loved you
Those words of caring
Were only speeches
I cannot stand you
Stay off my beaches

Have I said too much?
Have I mentioned I hate all of you fat people?
But I know what to do
I’ll just cut your Food Stamps
That will take care of you.