I guess you could call this poetry...

Feign Imperial

Don’t touch what you can’t afford.

In fact, don’t go near me at all.

I’m too good for you.

Way up in the sky,

I stand far above,

Watching plebeians go by.

Silk and lace,

To cover my face.

Eyes inlaid with gems

And an ivory smile.

Framed with silver,

Lined with gold;

I am superior,

Have you not been told?

I shall remind;

For things you break,

You have to pay.

Though I am strong,

Just a

Safety precaution;

Now run along.

Give me my crown;

I’ll sit at my throne.

I am the queen,

And I rule alone.