I'm Impressed
She struts around about her days
How she gets drunk and what's the phase
She smokes the cigarettes
You smokes the weed
All she does is talk her greed
Which from her mother
She does feed
Every single so-called need
Self-proclaimed bitch
That is no lie
Because she whines and rolls her eyes
And tells met hat at night she cries
It makes you wonder just why?
Have to be in
Have to be out
That's what it's all about
Gotta be cool
Gotta stay hip
She will never shut that lip
Putting people down
Wanting people around
Contradicting the crown
You're so vain
I bet you think this poem is about
Don't you?
Stressing about what you can disinfect
She acts all cool but she's a wreck
Because she doesn't eat much
Then throws up what little she eats
And she expects us all to kiss her feet
She takes for granted her good life
And when put in her place, strige
Then she gets her way-
To hell with the rest
And what am I supposed to say-
I'm impressed?
