Veruca Salt Inc
Veruca Salt is the name my parents bestowed upon me
and I'm on my way to Willie Wonka's chocolate factory.
I won a golden ticket! I knew that I would!
I get what I want, when I want, never to be misunderstood.
All I have to do is stomp my feet and scream really loud.
My parents give in and I get what I am shrieking about.
Daddy's little girl, apple of his eye, a diseased princess.
Spoiled to the core, rotten as hell nothing more nothing less.
My commands are always met, hence why I am here.
Into the factory I go, with an intention I set clear.
My plan is to barge through the the candy makers infamous domain,
demanding ownership to whatever I want, staking my claim.
Move over Augustus Gloop, Oompa Loompa's be damned.
This is my factory now, affirming my demand.
Wonka will have to succumb and surrender whatever I want.
He doesn't stand a chance against this corrupt debutante.
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