She’s the finest storm,
She’s got enterprise,
She stands at the center of it all.
She will eat the rape of the world,
And leave famine in her wake.

She allows herself
To take no form,
When she lacks the where-with-all,
She lays down myths of substantial size,
To cover up her piss.

She is the sweetest piglet,
And she will have the choicest teat,
May God have mercy on the rest.
She will eat the cream of the world,
To fatten up her breasts.

She knows enough
To lie when needed,
Despite her mother’s scorn.
She just hopes she can steal enough
Before another child is born.