Poor Paris Hilton
 
Poor Pairs Hilton
She is going to jail
Judge gave her 45 days
To sit inside a cell

No one is above the law
Not even a debutante celeb
Oh when the sentence came down
I wonder how many tears she shed

There will be no designer clothes
Just standard issue jail house couture
No one to protect her in the big house
No body guards to make it all secure

I bet she won’t utter those famous words of hers
“That’s Hot”
No more luxurious beds for a while
She’ll be sleeping on jail house cots

Maybe she will learn her lesson
Don’t drink and drive
She is lucky she did not kill anyone
She too is lucky to be alive




By Melissa Powell

© 2007 Melissa Powell (All rights reserved)

 

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