Some girls love high-status boys,
With fancy houses, fancy cars,
And even though they may be grown
Will still moon over rockstars —
But others see things differently,
And love wherever love may lead,
And don’t require crowds to tell
Their hearts what they may need.
And all that I can say of this
Is I’m glad for the second kind
Or else I’d live a lonely life
With no one to call mine —
For though I have a few things now,
I lack the apparatus
To give a woman more than me
Or anything
Like status
To share is human:
Brilliant 🙂