How Much Are You

How much? A phrase so common The worth a commodity should wear on. But what else can give it that price tag Than the present value it now has. So unfortunate most girls don’t know how much they are Displaying what ought to be covered And giving it all on a platter So men have no need to dig further. Howling and moaning under leaves and branches The lucky ones get the honor of a back seat. Even most animals can’t get so low How cheap they are, this goes to show. Wished only you knew How “your honeys” now see you. You can no longer walk by tall as you used to Now they have known all that it is about you. Painted withered flowers blooming around So breath-taking yet so sour Fading the more they are used. How much now are you?