Identity

Just a skinny white girl,

Who can't get laid,

Lives in Britain,

But from the USA,

Where I was made,

Humour and sarcasm,

Tricks of the trade,

Like Eminem,

I’m not afraid,

To do what I like,

I like to rebel,

Against magazines,

Shouldn’t buy what they sell,

The rebirth of hell,

To dictate how to look,

Like a fashion cartel,

You don't need a brain,

'Cause baby sex cells,

In case you didn’t know,

I’m being sarcastic,

Won’t support a world,

That’s made of plastic,

I’m richer than celebs,

No I’m not being funny,

Got two million quid in monopoly money,

I've got health and family,

And my own opinions,

A toothbrush being shoved down the throats of your minions,

Stick to my views but I don't hold dominion,

Unlike spoiled brats and their manicured crew,

I doubt you could read even Winnie The Pooh,

It's a shame that young girls want to end up like you,

Just because you're wealthy,

Your name's 'Kensington' because you were Made in Chelsea.

I may not be normal,

No I’m not the same,

But I swear I don't bite,

Unless it's to maim,

Don't want to grow up,

Call me Peter Pan,

Cause when I'm flying sky high,

Man I never land,

Let the world pass by,

With my headphones in,

And a steadfast grin,

For my like-minded kin,

I’ve got Christian morals,

But I don’t sing hymns,

I'm Hannibal Lector,

Cause the whole world knows that I've got thick skin,

Got a V for Vendetta,

I'm a vigilante,

And I'll eat your liver with a nice chianti.