Ain't Life Grand

Working night shift out on the retail floor, stocking cans and boxes till her back’s broke. Trying to live on minimum wage, eating PB and J and drinking generic coke. Cashiering all day at the fast-food joint, collecting tips to try to make ends meet. A big fake smile on her make up covered face, blisters the size of quarters on her feet. Watching TV without cable, talking on a phone that still has a chord. Growing a tire around her middle, because pasta and potatoes is all she can afford. Walk to work cause her car won’t start, sure as Hell can’t buy both food and gas. So when the man says he’ll make America Great, she says that he can just kiss her ass.