A Hilton In Jail Poem by Ramona Thompson

Parody of A Teenager In Love

Each night when we have lights out
It almost breaks my heart
Makes me freak out in a cold sweat
Cause I'm so afraid of what my fellow in-mates might wanna start
Looking at me so very lusty


Each night I ask the guards on duty
You meanies, you
Why must I be a Hilton in jail?


One day again maybe I'll be happy
Allowed to party and wear all my pretty designer clothes
Till then I guess I'll just be sad
Pouting about my lawyer's bad advice
Paris, honey calm down and quit your b8888ing
Just gotta learn to take the good with the bad
No different and no better then any of the rest
Now that you're.....
A Hilton in jail


That's why each night I ask the guards on duty
You meanies, you
Why must I be a Hilton in jail?


I cry tears for nobody but me
Too selfish and spoiled to give a damn about any other
I get a brave new idea
Turning to my fellow in-mates to say
I'll be your b8888
I'll make you rich
I'll be your horny one if you'll just help me
Make a prison sex tape that'll make Paris
The name on everyone's lips again
At the top of that Hollywood fame game list


Each night I ask the guards on duty
You meanies, you
Why must I be a Hilton in jail?


I cry a tear for nobody but me
So selfish and spoiled
I don't give a damn about nobody else
Well judge, Mr. Bad Man if you wanted to make me cry
You've got your wish
As I sit here
So very sad and alone in my cell
All offers of riches and fame beyond their wildest dreams turned down
by my in-mate friends
Can't even get myself traded for a carton of cigarettes and it hurts me so
That the law keeps on screwing me over this way


Each night I ask the guards on duty
You meanies, you
Why must I be a Hilton in jail?
Why must I be a Hilton in jail?
It's so not hot
Left in here to rot
Having to ask over and over again
You meanies, you
Why must I be....?
Oh yeah, baby
Why must I be....?
Why must I be a Hilton in jail?

2007 Ramona Thompson