Tis the night that Alice has arranged her boots,
Satin bows, dolls heads, whatever she suits.
For the last few days she has tweeted all night, probably on vodka, it sure ain't Sprite.
Tomorrow tomorrow what will take place?
Will yo and bee find a year of space...
Will Alice post selfies of years long ago, before she grew neck fat, and a big TRO?
She says her kids are the best in the world,
Before she bullies and lies, and lies unfurled.
Remember...she has a top ass degree, and everyone else are just leaves on a tree.
She thinks trout lips, a loud mouth will get her through,
Alice... oh Alice if only you knew...
You aren't the smartest in the room, you are a witch now get your broom.