However, poverty does have it's up side. I've lost twenty pounds in a month. If I was trying to lose the weight, I guess I would be extremely happy. Right now, all I can hope for is that there is someone out there that is just a shallow as the employers that I've worked for in the past so I can get a job based partially on my looks.
The hair is growing out now and I no longer look like a boy. I almost want to say that cutting my hair was the beginning of my demise in the corporate world. Then, add the thirty to forty extra pounds I was carrying around because my job required sitting all day didn't help at all.
So, since I've become aquainted with poverty, the only good thing that's occurred has been losing twenty pounds.
Therefore, there is hope for all those who are as broke as I am;
If you chose peanut butter over the bag of chips,
The waistline and the hips,
Will say thanks for the chance,
But don't forget to get up off that ass,
walk around town,
See what's around,
The big day is ahead,
And if you go to bed,
It might pass you by,
No longer able to fly,
My hips, waist, and butt,
Is where I hope that someone will look,
When the resume doesn't say hire,
but the internal thermometer is on fire,
Then I'll count on desire,
To pay my rent.
If you chose peanut butter over the bag of chips,
The waistline and the hips,
Will say thanks for the chance,
But don't forget to get up off that ass,
walk around town,
See what's around,
The big day is ahead,
And if you go to bed,
It might pass you by,
No longer able to fly,
My hips, waist, and butt,
Is where I hope that someone will look,
When the resume doesn't say hire,
but the internal thermometer is on fire,
Then I'll count on desire,
To pay my rent.