She arrived in the diner with her posse behind her <br />And ordered her food like she was on a timer <br />Looking way finer, a major not minor <br />She was flashing her cash like ocean liners <br />From the way I describe her you’d call me a liar <br />If I say that she was more humble than friars <br /> <br />She was all about business that’s not the part twisted <br />Her shoes and her eyes were no rookies to mischief <br />Veteran misfit who knew she was gifted <br />To give a good laugh or to get her wrist lit <br />She ordered her food and paid what was due <br />But before her first bite she fed the whole crew <br /> <br />They sat off to my right just out of sight <br />But didn’t stay long, lunch was only a bite <br />They hustled and bustled with her leading in front <br />She lived every day like there’s nothing she could want<br /><br />P.R. Prosper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cameo-pt-1/
