Valerie, uh-oh!
Gal’s scary: So-, So-, So-, So-
lanas could be rather loud,
Insane in a mad-hatter crowd.
She did think Albino would bestow grace upon her—
He snubbed her; she thought it unkind.
It was worse than confusion;
There was much delusion. . .her mind.
Not a bird of a feather in his netherworld
Did she find.

Valerie, uh-oh!
That gal’s scary: So! So!! So!!! So!!!!
A gunner was what she became;
Her shunner, she said, would be game.
Both her parents were descendants of sons of Italy.
Her dad, she would later claim, had treated her shittily.
So from home in Ventnor City, New Jersey,
To New York she did go.
And then to some literary folk,
Some of her writing she did show.

Valerie, uh-oh!
That gal’s scary: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Then into a rage she flew
When she learned that the Albino, too,
Would not take her seriously, like all the others,
And in fact, her work he did eschew.
So she cobbled together enough cash
To go and buy herself a shiny .22,
Then she hauled ass to the studio on that fateful day.

Solanas, uh-oh,
So-armed sis: Albino woe.
She sundered, near-kissed the heart strings
Of Wunderkind and Pop king.
The kicker was: she not slew
Him, then she kicked at 52.