Cheap

What of you bony hips,
Does you cry for your dignity, I know of men
But to claim for one,
Who could tell?
Who on earth could tell?

Do you better yourself, what is your comparison?
There is a family, shopping, in sync,
Calling for the perfect,
Perfect.

Hair, swept and manicured, furrowed brow
Of hard work, not thought
And never a worry beyond the payment plans.

Test your passes, don’t fall in love.
Stay strong and challenge
But you fight.

Do you know?
Does she know?

After all, that’s all it is, isn’t it?
It’s cheap
It’s cheap.

It’s cheap and you are poor.