The Fairytale

She's ankle deep in 50s and 100s

Not as innocent as the 100s and 1000s on her childhood fairybread

And what she's riding now isn't a unicorn

But she's clearly found her pot of gold at the top of a Maypole

And it's a magic carpet ride sponsored by a fat ginnie

Men neglecting their sons and daughters place their bets on the rumps of ponies

While children on the TV screen starve to death

And her soul eats itself until there's nothing left