Plastics Get Real! Poem by Leady Rhymes

Moody everyday, that you pay your own way, 

so far up your own a*s, that you cant see the day, 

your a beautiful girl, but your fluffing pain, 

waste of a body and a brain, its such shame. 
 


Strolling round the club, like you own the place, 

catwalk over to a guy, and get right up in his face, 

coz you haven’t got the funds to buy yourself a drink, 

so tell him ‘buy the shots’ and he’ll get a ‘wink wink’.
 


Nothing but trouble, bottled in a pretty glass, 

your a sponge, and a bore, with zero class, 

a well wisher, wishing, only yourself well, 

the way your going, your going, straight to hell.
 


I hope you hear my words, and change your tune, 

start acting like a lady, and stop being a loon, 

coz life’s too short, and people want real, 

to the feet of a dirty girl, no man will kneel.