Rode in a Mustang,
first time, twenty twelve.
You say 85 a year
isn’t rich.
I hardly felt poor
the year we had 16.
You wouldn’t want to
walk a mile in my shoes
’cause they only cost seven bucks.
But if I walked a mile in yours
I’d sell every pair you own
to feed my family
filet mignon every night.
But then again
I don’t really want that.
Not only do we survive
on the little we do have,
but we thrive and live
and we love.