Lana del Rey wrote a poem
With painted nails
Twirling her donated Indian hair
She sees the Manhattan skyline
Which her father owns
In LA holding the bedazzled mic
She scrolls through her producers
And stylists and shoes
And she sees something to write
Lana del Rey is a poet, indeed
So few women get recognition
But she has the lyrics
And we have internet
Lana del Rey is Maya Angelou
and Sylvia Plath
Just she’ll live to tell
And her life was harder
As she writes the manuscript
Sitting next to the security camera
Gazing over the sky-scrapers
Wondering where it hurts
She gets a text from Spike Lee
Asking her for the Met gala
She takes a sip of Evian
And writes our truth
Lana del Rey is a poet
She has a book
The book has an article
What have you got?
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