My Material Woman

She left me,

And now she drives in a Benz;

She loved me,

But I didn't drive a Benz.

I hate Hitler,

Or whoever made the first Benz;

Never knew I would hate Sylvia,

Our love knew no bends.

If I could I would –

Get myself a car;

But I don't see why I should

Buy a Benz just to please her.

But hold on just a sec –

What would you rather do?

Doesn't it make you sick

To buy a car, well beyond your means, just to save your boo?

© kimannpaul@yahoo.com 2011