Behold the Queen of Nothing
Ruler of the gas station snacks,
Her throne is made of cupcakes
Cheetos put her on the map
The Reigning queen of debit calls
And visitations too,
Talks down to all the peasants
What are we poor folks to do?
Her smile is made of silver
And her heart is made of mold,
Her court is full of followers
Who cannot think for their own?
Her knights are all but valiant
They are only there for looks,
Her crier cries out all the time
But yet and still she’s shook.
She only speaks of fairy tales
Nobody cares to hear,
She must have had that shiny smile
About a thousand years.
All hail to the Queen Of Nothing,
And soon she will be free at last,
But we will just keep her bed warm
For the Queen will soon be back.
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