She so materialistic
An opportunist of sorts
Better keep a vest on your chest
Because when she speaks
Her words target your soul like a 5.56 mm ballistic
Shoots for your heart every time
Invoking slight mind control
Even when she misses
Using you to get what she wants
The goods she’s got she wants you to know
There’s nothing about her that’s kept secret
It’s way too late by the time you peep it
April fools is everyday for you group of fools that she continues to play
Using her beauty and her booty as a weapon
If you ain’t learned nothing your whole life, when she get to you
You gonna learn the hard way
Destroying her worth for things of momentary worth
Cause the world taught her to use sex as a weapon to obtain the finer things
She so damn materialistic….

The Poet Q


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