The Model - In Melania's Own Words

Why I married him God knows, For all that glitters is not gold, Was it pride or just ambition, Was I just a mirage sold. I’m a woman not a Queen For a King that wants it all, Beauty, trinkets, the good life, His demands take quite some gall. They forget that I’m a model Of the run-ways not the halls, Give me light and adulation, Not the hustings nor the polls. Let me live the life he promised Of the pampered trophy wife, Little caring of the details With no thought for other’s strife. I may sound unduly callous, It’s my heritage of birth, A people molded by adversity, Of solid muscle, not wide girth. Hear these words now loud and clear In case my motives appear trite, He promised wealth for my rare beauty, The only trade for me that’s right. So what the media calls me needy, I do my duty and then some, To Mar el lago am I headed, This draughty White House makes me numb.