She's Doing it Again

There she is
Princess out of her
Master's keep
In the ghetto
Another tear to weep

She likes things
Just so, so
So
When it doesn't go her way
A weeping she will go
Grabbing the first person
That will listen
Face twisting under
Her pale glow

Oh my God!
Her life must be hard
My sarcastic thoughts
Twisting their own
Twisted card
I give her no relief
For the petty grief
As she calls mommy
Tattle, tattle rattle
Because
Everyone fixes her life
Her strife
The job she chose
The job
With all the countless woes

Sitting at her throne
As her patients wait
She's on the phone
Whining
Crying
About her hard life
Such a tragic life
As her shiny car
Sits in the sun
And her patient
Comes undone
You know the one
The one without a family to call
To cry to
To ball
The patient hanging on her hand out
The caregiver
With the carefully placed pout