I took to you like glue

Even made a rival or two

You had just what the world needed

At a time noses were treated

 

Year after year

You were a force to fear

Not even a prayer shed a layer

Without a hot music player

 

Who cared If you were not a voice

Definitely you were the choice

A look you made all on your own

Made many a hag and pseudo drag phone home

 

So then you went materialistic

Critics thought it too simplistic

The world saw Marilyn Monroe

Others said, “Look, I told you so”

 

Who on earth would want you to die

When all you do is make them cry

They thought “Holiday” was a vow you’d keep

Today Madonna, talk is cheap

 

Reinvention

The Goddess you sure are

Mal-attention

Theft can get you just so far

 

Borrow or steal

Do you know the real deal

Malcolm knew how to Vogue

Yet you call Caca the real rogue

 

What you did on the floor

After leaving them wanting more

Known throughout the whole world

Even if your hair isn’t curled

With a colorful child

Why only you can run so wild

A man in charge of all our issues

But you wish the world away with tissues

 

At a time when you should have said something

You did a nightly jig all for nothing

One hand on one large stack

While someone turned the pages of a book in Black

 

As the dollar is your witness

I hope you don’t miss this

“Holiday” is a mantra we should keep

It is 2012, Madonna, talk is cheap

 

Can’t you just rest on your laurels

Instead of inciting fights and quarrels

Still trying to stay relevant

B.O.B. knows you’re in it for the “hell of it!”

 

You were around when Bush was President

Instead of the Muslim sound, you were hesitant

Haven’t we paid and seen enough?

Hey, Gaga’s got more followers and stuff!

 

Once upon a time, you sang me to sleep

Now, I pray the Lord your soul does not weep

Just go back to making us dance

Leave the synthesizer on stage and trance

 

This is not the time to say what you say

The world is in turmoil let judgment lay

History has been made and you were first

Don’t number our days and help us be cursed

 

The Goddess of reinvention

That you sure are

Can you try to sow what you reap

Because frankly, Madonna, talk is cheap