As we walked in Manhattan
past Fifth Avenue,
I told my young boys the old chestnut
that life is so much easier
for rich men and pretty girls.
“That’s not really true,”
said a blonde so gorgeous
our ears all went red.
“I eat tofu three meals a day
and I still have self-esteem issues!”
“And I work harder than ever;”
said a man coming the other way,
in a suit made money
“the more I have, the more
I have to work to protect it.”
“Is that so?” I said.
“We could relieve you of some…”
He only shook his head
and went on his way...
...we noticed that she went with him.