Old young Paris, one day she got outta jail... <br />Todays she's out on a medical exscuse that she broke a nail. <br /> <br />I guess fame and fortune is a get outta jail pass... <br />Those judges, lawyers and prison officials can just kiss my ass. <br /> <br />Poor little rich bitch... <br />If she'd have to stay incarcerated she'd most likely turn into a conniving <br />surviving, tattle tailed snitch. <br /> <br />Many people could hear 'Where's the money, honey? ... <br />Something in Denmark is smelly and funny. <br /> <br />'Wah! , Wah! ' she cried in jail to her attorney and the judge... <br />No more caviar, or ice cream or even dark chocolate fudge. <br /> <br />She got away with breaking the law... <br />Only because the wheels of justice were greased by her very, very rich and wealthy Maw and Paw!<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-money-and-fame-count-when-you-re-in-paris-he-said/
