Fix your face. I’m tired
of hearing you whine. Pinching

your lips, then bitching it stinks
like rotten eggs. You’re too old

to be told how money smells.
Listen up, Missy, ‘cause I am

only telling you once. I thank God
every day for the oil field. And you

better start. Before you get cut
down a notch. All the sudden

you think you’re too good for us
because some college boy told you

our money is dirty. He don’t know
honest work. I seen his hands.