She leads her pack, and is obssesed about feeling Important.
Asserting her opinions and authority on others....
In the mud getting her entire ass out; a super playette
Peeling every layer of friendship with her unfortunate touch
Looking for an excuse to deflect light from her nastiness.
Wherever she's at its going to be chaos.
Enable her pettiness by complaining 'bout her
Then she'll walk over you with six-inch heels.
Magnifying her maliciousness- She grew into it.
When she's losing her type of control, she shamelessly drags someone else through thr mud with her.
An explosive aura that doesn't like vodka sprinkled into her tea.
You were expecting she'll be a slob; Nah there's a twist of vainess to that!
Stacking up bile high like a wall on her friends; so ruthless.
Throwing up the highest level of irreverence
Then there's that hurtful persona that comes out,
When the negativity she serves comes back to her.
She's out cold, playing the victim, after running out of knives to backstab her own.
Purely opportunistic, she runs over her friends- bulldozing them.
'Its possible' I said to her- 'To be a ghost while you are still alive'.
'Listen to me, I'm very fragile' I established.
'So are you sure this is how you want it to end?
Are you sure this is what you want from me?
'Love pills you need to drive your life!'.. I maintained.
She took the hardway of sad victory as expected
Another reason for her to frown profoundly!....
POET: Babatunde Modupe
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