Compost Queen

Lip gloss laced with industrial sludge
Walked the catwalk through a recycling grudge
Camera flash on a trash-bag gown
And the landfill still calls me la reina del brown
Click-clack strut through the compost pit
Heels sink deep but the pose still hits
Banana-peel crown with a roach parade
And my runway smell got the rich afraid
Drip from a skip with a champagne crack
Cardboard clutch in a seagull attack
Lash glue strong from the landfill steam
Every blink's a threat to the corporate dream
Belt made fresh from a tire I stole
Still smells sweet from the burning coal
Pose with a pigeon in couture despair
And the backdrop's just raw chemical air
I serve five looks from a busted bin
Each one tagged with a climate sin
Plastic veil from a six-pack ring
Like a wedding dress for a cursed machine
They sell you guilt in a paper cup (paper cup)
While the oil spill's dressed up (dressed up)
I'm the compost queen with a drip so dead
Catwalk crown made of mold and lead
Sip landfill tea while the rich pretend
That the ocean's clean when the coral bends
I'm the compost queen with a roach bouquet
Trash bag train in a world's decay
Pose in the ash while the planet screams
Still on the 'gram in your sustainable dreams
Pearl necklace made from bottle-cap bones
Clutch still hot from the five-alarm tones
Smear sludge highlighter on a sunken cheek
Every streak says the pipeline leaks
Front row seat at the eco gala
While the menu serves up oil empanada
Cheers with a straw made of bamboo guilt
While the yacht leaks black in the bay it built
Faux-fur coat from a dumpster pile
Still drips tar when I walk that aisle
Pose for the press with a climate corpse
And the headline calls it green remorse
Click-clack strut through the compost pit
Heels sink deep but the pose still hits
Banana-peel crown with a roach parade
And my runway smell got the rich afraid
Kneel at the altar of the trash-fumed sky
Every prayer just melts in the methane high
Preach in a dress made of welded cans
While the choir sings in petroleum hands
Salvation's sold in a thrift store tee
That cost more carbon than a SUV
Bow to the saint of synthetic despair
Compost queen still breathing your air
Every ad says you can save the Earth
By buying our guilt at a premium worth
But I'll still crown you in banana peels
'Cause the landfill love's the only thing real
Tag my name on a rusted bin
Compost queen with a trash-fire grin
Offline's a myth when the waste still sings
Binfluencer reigns with her roach-winged rings