“Ink Artist Kat Von D Baptized, Leaves
The Macabre Behind”
“It’s never been clearer, there's a spiritual battle taking place” —Von D. Kat tossed materials that celebrated witchcraft and the occult: Tarot, books, her favorite dark chapeau. Trends go, or end in extreme measures. Sheep roam, following any shepherd. A spray of paint flies hither and yon from the needle of her ink gun.
Your 'exclusive' story is dying
~ Time to send wild rumors flying
They may be making a memorial
For when she writes an editorial
Which happens to be way out far
Making her become a rising star.
Her writing is just like an infection
That seems to spread in every direction;
She has hired a new news reporter
Who was caught on a Star Trek transporter.
Heavens to Betsy as well as God forbid
Transporter went backwards; now she's a kid
Who later worked way up newspaper ranks;
Closest competitors were some old cranks.
Why with her pleasant, perfect personality
She is inhibited with Southern hospitality;
Wouldn't you know it between you and me
First three month's subscription is for free.
So since she recently become a Saint
Picture of her they decided to paint
Which will be hung up by them on a wall
And is so big it takes up a whole hall.