Empress

She had a squint, knocked knees and crooked teeth But she had a heart of gold and we all loved her Her teeth were crooked but her ways were straight Her heart was pure and we all counted on her She indulged in no self-pity and loathed niceness Of the fake variety, fake piety Which she mistook for nothing but the condenscencion That it was She had a squint but she saw straight through idiocy Dressed up as compassion, liked some trend or fashion For this she had little passion Her teeth were crooked, her knees knocked together But she kept on the straight and narrow path to success Proof that, in spite of it all, she could achieve anything And walk tall and proud, like an Empress