Gold Digger
A Story of Redemption

Mess smeared across my face I fall to the floor Fucked up disgrace Story in bad taste I will tell it anyway Cut to the chase
Bitch I don’t play I’m back for some cash Told you not to fuck with my ass Fuck you and your so called class
So you pull up in the green lambo Shit this dude thinks he is Rambo Car is pretty phat though Just won’t let him know
You want me to be your rock and roll punk chic Just don’t ask me to suck your dick
I clean up real nice Don’t fuck with me Heart made of ice Kira’s mechanical device
The gold digger makes her play Trick is getting him to pay
I whine and cry about how I have no food to eat Please daddy make me complete
He isn’t falling for it yet Now entering his private jet
I know this game all too well My body he wishes me to sell
Why should I do this again Offer not bad He starts negotiating at $500,000
Is there a bathroom in this joint Powder laid out on plates Eight ball on point Skiing in skates
This is the sort of game he plays The one where I will be up for days
I will settle at a Milli He replies, “Shit you chilly.” I reply. To take less is silly.
Look I know who you are Quite impressive jet and car
I ain’t no hoe I don’t kiss and tell bro
Do we have a deal? “I’ll make an exception.” This is the tale of The Gold Digger’s Redemption
Thank you for reading. I went back old school with this poem. I like to sometimes get out of the normalcy zone. Have some fun with it. If you enjoyed please check out some of my other pens attached below:
Kira Dawn a.k.a. The Gorgeous Mess/November 26, 2021/All Rights Reserved





