Proof Litter by Robert Braathe

Proof Litter

Saw you drunk on a Saturday night
Looks like you might get into a fight
Security sang out in your haze
You continued to carry on, nearly a blaze.

Another time I heard you talking out in the black
That everyone else is someone who slacks
Your claim to fame is that you are the dame of the media game
But from what I’ve seen your just another name to blame.

The proofs in the litter
Of the iron and spitter
The girls out on the media night
The ones who can say that you don’t do what you say
What is the game you trying to play?

The kids in school may play the fool
To your media maze
But that’s just because they don’t play pool
Or know the right way structure a phrase

The next time they catch you going back in the back
There’s gonna be some payment and it’s gonna be whack

The proofs in the litter
Of the iron and spitter
The girls out on the media night
The ones who can say that you don’t do what you say
What is the game you trying to play?

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